Battambang Guest House

... alleys of dense river growth with branches belting into the windowless cabin causing us to duck out of the way.  Once in Battambang we found a nice and ridiculously cheap guest house and a friendly tuk-tuk driver to escort us the following ...

... house two hours earlier, I looked out the window, nudged Gary to pointed out that we were sitting outside our own Guest House..... I think I would rather have had the two hour sleep in. Arriving at Battambang there was a Tuk Tuk frenzy, all fighting ...

... a 10 dollars, a voir donc si je trouve autre chose. Je ne l'ecoute pas et trace malgre son insistance. La, je trouve une petite Guest House, tenue par une famille, le truc parfait pour moi. Le gamin de 15 ans m'accueille, il est mort de rire. Ca doit ...

... has to go slow/gets stuck ... 7 hours, we were warned. Things did not start too brightly as the minibus pick up at our guest house did not arrive ... but after a couple of phone calls, we eventually ended up having a rather bumpy ride in a ...

... SE Asian town! I was not happy! After John told me to shut up and give the place a bloody chance, we went to find a guest house to dump our stuff and go and find the place described by the LP. However, this place does not exist. Battambang is another ...

... side of the bus to claim by bag. With all the shouting in my ear ("Sir, you need a room? Come to the International Guest House." “Mister, I take you to the Chaya Hotel! We have very nice rooms.”) I could barely hear myself think. Fortunately, ...

... a windy "brook" and the fast boat as slow as the busses in Northern Laos. It was quite enjoyable, and because we had to leave our guest house in Siem Reap at 6 am I fell asleep on the roof of the boat. On the river we past lots of floating villages, ...

... , the hustle and bustle hits you... literally. A coach worker carries a bamboo cane and whips anyone who comes to close. Our guest house was a stilted shack on a beautiful lake (the Boeng Kak) and the sun set over it. Unfortunatly a Japanese company has ...

... 's goulash - yummy!!! As always we had a bit of drama with choosing our accommodation - we went straight to the Bus Stop Guest house which was somewhat recommended to us (but looking back, it was actually recommended to us on the basis that the people ...

... chemist stop to pick up some drugs for Emma, then breakfast on my todd. I bumped into the tuk tuk driver Seth who took us to our guest house and was going to take us on a tour for the day. I mentioned that Emma was ill and we'd have to talk about another ...

... stand there, had a quick walk about and headed home and ended our night early at a decent spot called the Smokin Pot. We had to be out of the house by 6:30 to catch the ferry from battambang to siem reap, so hit the bed early.  ...

... fields". I went in there alone, with no guide... very very creepy, and even more when knowing what happened there. Back to Battambang, I took the bus to Phnom Penh. I was sitting next to a Khmer who works for a NGO, bringing education (school, civil ...

... touts pitching their guest houses and tours.  There's a suspicious rivalry going on in the town of Battambang.  Our drivers took us to their guest house, which was a dump, and then on to half a dozen other guest house options always avoiding ...

... At the arrival in Siem Reap, this Kmer guy presented us to its brother, who is a tuk-tuk driver. He brought us to a great and cheap guest house called Mini-guest house where the family is really nice. The food is also very good over there. Tonight our ...

... starving and went searching for a bar. We found no bars so instead followed the Angkor sign that lead us to an Australian run guest house/ bar/ restaurant. The man was one of the most cynical people we have met. He told us how shit the country was, ...

... to get to Battambang and the boys fall asleep… Once checked into the hotel (Annie and I that is - the others are in a little guest house around the corner), we agree to meet in an hour. We don’t want to hang around so Annie and I set off to ...

... .  People get on. People get off. We leave again. We drive through town, and pick people up from round the corner from our guest house. It was 8.30 and we had made a net gain of about 100 metres. Oh how we laughed. When we arrived at Batttambang the ...

... to be the secong biggest city in Cambodia, after Phnom Penh. Devoid much in the way to offer the tourist we found ourselves a guest house before wandering around in the dusty, scorching heat for some food. Finding a restaurant with little else on the menu ...

... to climb but what a view) we return to town and settle into the hotel. Narong sets off with Tola (his baby (20?) brother) to find a guest house for them. Dinner is an interesting affair - a buffet BBQ but not a BBQ as we know it. There is a dish in the ...