I wasn't prepared for the difference between Cambodia and Vietnam. I expected it might be like South Africa to Swaziland; some differences, but plenty of similarities.
I was dead wrong.
As soon as I crossed the border at midday on a Saturday, I was in a new world. Gone were the straw hats, the layered-up women, the letters of the Roman alphabet. I stared at long farm huts, houses high on stilts, massive grey oxen. Dark green hills loomed in the distance.
But the most startling difference? Smiles. The Cambodian bus driver joked and laughed as he helped us cross the border - the ministry of health official teased me, saying he'd detain me due to my high temperature (but then just stuck me in front of a fan until I was allowed into the country). Tuk tuk drivers beamed and bantered. Everyone seemed filled with joy and happiness.
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| Typical happy Cambodians! |
People. The amazing Aussie / Swiss crew that I met on the ill-fated double-breakdown bus from Kep to Phnom Penh. The people from all over the world with advice and recommendations along the way. The Dutch cohort that swept me up in their adventure. I talked myself hoarse after speaking so little for two months; my spirit was revived with hugs and friendship and love!
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| Sid, Simon, and Stephanie |
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| Angor Wat |
I always learn a little bit more about myself when I travel; the gains are immeasurable. I had a wonderful time and cherish the new friendships I made and experiences I had. I can’t wait to get back out there and see more! I couldn't help but notice the scowl of a Vietnamese woman as soon as I crossed the border ... I already miss Cambodian smiles!
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That is a packed week! I loved Cambodia as well, such an amazing place.
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