Reflections on a Dangerous Drive

Trip Start Sep 15, 2012
Trip End May 01, 2013

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Reflections Boutique Hotel

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Monday, December 24, 2012

Woke up with a hangover and went down to get some stodge for brekkie to soak up some of that horrendous sloshing! The transfer picked us up at 12.30pm so we caught a bit more sleep before hitting the road….

Well, kamikaze driver number 1073! The roads were madness; cars overtaking cars which were already overtaking and our mini-bus overtaking them all on a single lane road with trucks coming for us head on. We had read about journeys through Cambodia where people had set up a group called 'The Survivors'. We now realised why - and hoped that we would survive to join this elite group of travellers.

At 70kph along a road in mid-construction Vikki was sick in her own hands. At least this was only for 4 hours. The driver ran over a chicken without blinking, road markings meant nothing, oncoming trucks meant nothing, life meant nothing...the driver must have figured that prolific use of the horn creates an invisible shield against danger and the world whizzed by for a sickening few hours before we arrived, beyond relief, at Siem Reap and kissed the ground when we got out of the mini-bus!

We took a waiting Tuk-Tuk to Pub Street and Molly Malones where we had booked for the next two nights - or had we?! When we got there, there was no room at the inn - how fitting!

The reservations supposedly hadn't been confirmed and all the rooms were full. Not wanting to let this ruin our Christmas Eve, we found alternative accommodation, promised the manager a very bad review on Hostelbookers (we even had the confirmation email to show her!) and loaded our packs onto the nearest Tuk-Tuk to find our little Christmas stable and manger for the night.

Our stable turned out to be Reflections, a 'Camp as Christmas' boutique hotel where we secured a deluxe poolside room with ensuite and, much to our joy, a private jacuzzi/hot tub! Not a bad replacement - thanks Christmas elves...!

We settled in, screeching like girls for our good fortune, and went out exploring. We bought some sparkly wine and stocking fillers and ate pizza (craving bland food for once!) whilst trying to figure out how to steal an ornamental Christmas tree to decorate our 'Secret Garden' room properly for Christmas day.

We decided that the consequences wouldn't be worth the action so left to hit Pub Street and the night markets to buy some suitable stocking tat! Paula hopping down a step managed to strain her achilles before any Christmas Eve shots had even had the chance to pass her lips - ouch!

Limping on, and not wanting to ruin Christmas Day by having a hangover we went home to prepare our stockings and book an alternative venue for our Christmas dinner following the let down by the Irish contingent!

We hung our stockings, put on our Christmas hats and fell asleep hoping that Father Christmas wouldn't get too confused by our hasty change of location and miss us out all together....
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annewardell on

Poor loves - left out in the cold just like little baby Cheesus!! Father Christmas ALWAYS knows where you are...and whether you've been good, so no chance of him not finding you! xxxx

Sue on

Who needed that manky Molly Malones place anyway? Where you ended up sounds far better. Glad to read that Santa was good to you!

Tash on

Merry Christmas!

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