Finally, a week without some drama in it.
We had some nice rain during the week, which cooled the temperature down to a pleasant day-time level and an even more pleasant sleeping temperature at night – and in the afternoon too.
It’s just as well it’s been drama-free because I’m still recovering from my return trip from Phnom Penh the other week – another bus trip from hell. I travelled on a mini bus operated by Golden Bayon Express and it was a shocker. I read recently that six people on average die on Cambodian roads daily and I think the driver on this trip was doing his best to keep that average up there. I’m sure he was trying to invent a version of motocross for mini buses. I understand now why one of the pope’s used to kiss the ground after travel. He must have had some crap drivers and pilots as well.
I considered doing the ground-kissing thing myself but at my age it takes too long to get up and down and the Two D’s kitchen was closing in 20 minutes. So I did the 40-metre sprint in just under the 20 minute time frame and made it with three minutes to spare (well it was wet and I couldn’t keep traction).
But all’s well that end’s well, so I’m told. I managed to survive the bus trip and get a meal and a beer at the end of the day so you have to be happy with that.
Now, just the 15 working days wait for my passport to be processed and returned.
The Joker
Marissa says
Well I guess this could be one of those times when “it’s the thought that counts” should be used – I’ve been that glad to return home before, so I understand the desire to kiss the ground.
Marissa
Sam Walker says
Hi Marissa. Yes, some trips are require some kind of thanks that they are finally over and you have arrived safely.
Jim says
Such poetic words joker
Stacey says
I know it was a hell of a bus ride, but congrats on the meal and beer!