Monkeys, Models, and Mind Blowing Cambodia

Trip Start Jul 20, 2006
Trip End May 10, 2007

Loading Map
Map your own trip!
Map Options
Show trip route
Hide lines

Flag of Cambodia  ,
Sunday, March 18, 2007

 Monkey's crawling on Buddha statues, fashion models prancing down the runway, 6 hour bus rides through the Cambodian countryside, and one visit to the hospital, and here I am writing this blog.
 Monica's odd obsession with monkeys brought us to Lopburi, Thailand for a night of chilling with the Mormon missionaries and a day of visiting with the monkeys. Lopburi's only tourist draw is the amount of monkeys that roam the streets and climb over old stone buildings and Buddhist statues. Pretty cool, but after having been bit by a gibbon monkey the prior week in Railay Beach, I was not too thrilled to jump into a Thai temple filled with the fanged creatures. Nonetheless, I survived this experience without bites and it was quite fun to watch them invade this town, climb on railway signs, and merrily hump each other in the public eye.
 Our Visas for Vietnam were well and ready so we headed back to Bangkok in our finest form: fisherman pants, tank tops and sandals, sweating and smelling like football players after a long match. But, we were back into society in the BKK and this was the high society. After spending a day in Siam Paragon and stuffing our faces with Italian food, we met up with P'Kok and crew for dinner and drinks. Which lead into front row seats at Bangkok International Fashion Week.
In no way, shape, or form in appropriate attire, we settled into our front row seats next to the Princess, the Brad Pitt and the Mariah Carey of Thailand and all the other super fancy peeps who sit front row at fashion week - we have no clue who they are but the paparazzi love them, not us.
Then we are joined by Roger and the rest of the Entourage before heading to Koi to hang with all the international models. I've never seen such a high concentration of attractive people in my life!
In at 2 a.m. and out the door at 5 a.m. with a lovely combination of a hangover, food poisoning, and no sleep, we get on a 14 hour journey into the thick of Cambodia.
The border crossing was unlike any other. Taken by the Thai Commission Cartel we entered Cambodia to see naked children running around, oxcarts with no oxen, and an extraordinarily attractive people haunted by an extraordinarily horrific past.
For the next 7 or 8 hours, I was cramped in the back corner of the so called bus with a French dude seated in front of me whose seat was conveniently broken and laying on my lap, on an unpaved dirt road, bouncing around like kernels of corn being popped and arriving in what once was a white tank top that has now been quarantined. Talk about roughing it, but the scenery and the adventure were well worth the $5.
After such an experience, all of us on the bus became good friends, including our guide who we've now hired for the next few days to tour us around Angkor Wat. We are currently 5 girls, 2 male Cambodian guides with Austrailan accents, and 2 rickshaw like contraptions attached to the back of 100 cc motorbikes.
Angkor Wat is mind blowing and we've only seen a little bit. Cambodia is mind bending- a true developing country, with wonderfully warm, friendly, and absolutely gorgeous people. Children are every where pedaling post cards, bracelets, and asking you to buy their wooden flute if they can name the capital of any country you say for only $1.
And in true Lisa fashion, the adventure only gets more interesting when I double over in pain and end up in the Cambodian International hospital getting a pain shot in my ass, but only after asking to watch them take the sterile needle out of the packaging, all along our tour guide (who I have a bonafide crush on) carries me out of the rick shaw and into the hospital with Monica and new friends in tow. Two hours and $300 later, I'm drugged up and ready to go see some more of this amazing country.
Report as Spam
  • Your comment has been posted. Click here or reload this page to see it below.

  • Please enter a comment.
  • Please provide your name.
  • Please avoid using symbols in your name.
  • This name is a bit long. Please shorten it, or avoid special characters.
  • Please enter your email address to receive notification
  • Please enter a valid email address

Use this image in your site

Copy and paste this html: