Typhoons in Sihanoukville Cambodia
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Today we took a four hour bus ride to the beach resort of Sihanoukville in western
After checking out our original planned place called Coasters and finding it lacking in the cleanliness department, Cindy opted for the Malibu Bungalows, a "splurge" place according to the Lonely Planet guide. It was a nice relatively clean room with AC and most importantly cable TV (you will see why shortly).
After settling in, we went to walk down the beach in search of sustenance (a.k.a. something to wash down with beer). We made it as far as
We wandered down
We thought we were going to have yakitori for dinner at a little Japanese place but it ended up that the single building was actually two restaurants and we sat on the wrong side. We asked if we could see the other menu and were told we could look but not order - too weird, perhaps we stumbled on a hidden Cambodian DMZ. At least the food was ok.
Well this morning we awoke to the sound of pouring rain, not exactly what we had in mind for our Cambodian beach adventure but it is still monsoon season and a big typhoon did just blast through
We finally moseyed over to Coasters to use the Internet and figure out the best way back to
We decided to suck it up and blast all the way to
We woke up early hoping for no rain or at least less than yesterday since we had to take early morning scooters to the bus station. Of course it was raining but at least not flooding when, poncho clad, we each climbed aboard our scooters with our packs on and our bigger packs squished between each driver’s legs. They both successfully navigated down the partially flooded alleyway, over the rickety board crossing the washed out road and up the muddy hill to the paved road and on to the bus station.
The minivan ride(s) to Bangkok was long but entertaining, totaling about 15 hours with multiple vehicles including the scooters, a Cambodian two wheel drive mini-van, four ferries, a walk across the Cambodian-Thai border, three different mini-vans in Thailand and finally a taxi back to the land of luxury, the Millenium Hilton (pronounced "Heel Tawn" If you want taxi drivers to understand you).
The van was of course full but at least this time we had seats! I would seriously question driving on the fairly miserable Cambodian road, many parts dirt or rather mud, in anything other than a 4WD truck. Unfortunately our driver did not share my sentiments, however we only got stuck up to our axles twice whereupon all passengers had to disembark and sploosh up the muddy road under our own power, several of us sinking up to our ankles in the reddish brown mud.
The ferries were pretty hilarious too - most of them did not really look sea-worthy but we managed to make it across all four crossings without incident.
After standing in line forever to exit
We are not really sure why but we had three different minivans in Thailand, transferring after three or four minutes drive from the border and then again after another few minutes drive - all part of the fun. A mere fifteen hours later and we were back to the luxury of the Hilton and a very comfy bed.