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Trip Start Oct 22, 2005
Trip End Ongoing

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Lakeside Guesthouse

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Sunday, December 18, 2005

We got up early and although we had told the hotel we would need to leave at 6am, the garage like roller door was locked down and the security guard was dead to the world asleep. We initially stomped back and forth beside his bed in the foyer and then when that didn't rouse him we called out to him "Excuse me!" "Hello!" "Wake up!" Still sleeping soundly, with time ticking away we had to practically jump on him to get him to stir. We were glad there wasn't a fire during the night because we doubt we could have got out.

With the bus showing up we settled in for a comfortable ride to the border. Our first land crossing was smooth and we sailed through the Vietnam side. On the Cambodia side we were made to stand in a line with the other 50 people on our bus. We were the only westerners and they didn't speak English so we had no idea what was going on. They kept yelling something at us. Eventually a guy spoke to us in English and told us we were not allowed to stand on the grass. Oops. He was from our bus and was a Vietnamese refugee, now living in Sydney, that had returned visit his family in Asia for Christmas. He had a cute little 12 month old boy who sat behind us playing peek-a-boo. The road deteriorated on the Cambodian side but we made it to Phnom Pen , changed some money over and found a lake side hotel aptly named the 'Lakeside Guest House'.

As we arrived early and had time to organise a tour to the notorious Killing Fields. What a shock. We weren't sure what to expect but it was certainly a moving experience. Walking along the fields Megs was shocked to discover bones underfoot and scraps of clothing imbedded in the dirt. There was a glass building full with skulls of the murdered Cambodians. It was quite a shock to see how poor some humans can treat their own kind. These people were murdered for what?

We got our driver to drop us off at the Central Market for some shopping. But sadly it was all the same crap and we are a bit sick of shopping by then. The novelty had worn off Walking back to the hostel Meg was very surprised to find every second guy staring at her with one brazen guy even calling out "Helllooo Hottieee". Rick just laughed.

We headed back to the hostel strip on the lake side and had some Chinese for dinner. This was definitely the right place for Chinese food with lots of locals tucking into their food, some even enjoying the Fried Pig Intestine. We were the only westerners in the place and to be honest that's the way we like it.

The next day we got up early for a look around the capital city of Cambodia, Phnom Pen. We checked out Wat Phnom and the Independence Monument. Jumping on a motorbike, both of us together (scary) we rode to have a look at the Russian Market (basically more rip off stuff) then we stumbled across a cool amusement park. Most of the rides looked rusty and a bit scary but it was packed. No public liability problems here. We did like the restaurants that had a table and a hammock at each edge in place of chairs. They were everywhere.

Walking back looking for somewhere for dinner Megs was stopped in her tracks when Rick pointed out a fried spider stand on the side walk. Megs had read that the Cambodians like their fried spiders, but took note of the warning that where there are dead fried ones there are sure to be live ones too. So she stood about 100 metres away while Rick took a quick photo, but he headed her warning that she would never kiss him again if he tried one!

We grabbed some dinner then headed to the Internet cafe to check our emails. Whilst Rick went to the toilet Megs wandered outside and spotted a book seller. She was still perusing the basket he was holding when Rick returned. Out of the corner of her eye she saw something black dart across the guys chest. Looking up she found herself face to face, by no more than two centimeters, with two massive black hairy spiders. Rick has never seen Megs move so fast in her life. One minute she was there, the next she was gone! Megs then burst into tears and was out in the middle of the road away from the guy quick as a flash. It turns out some Cambodians like live spiders as pets. Needless to say she did not buy a book from the guy.

Back at the guesthouse Rick spent the majority of the night tickling Megs, making her think there were spiders crawling on her. Bastard.
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