But in order to get there we had to get the bus from Siem Reap. We were waiting for our bus that morning in our hostel when it finally came, we jumped on and it dropped us off at the bus station. there were people selling things all around us as we got off and everybody else on the minibus that brought us to the station were getting on a certain bus. We packed our bags underneath and jumped on too.
About 30 minutes into the journey a man came over to us and asked us where we were going to. We told him we were going to Battambang and his look said it all. "This bus is for Phnom Penh" he said. All we could manage to say was "Oh." He called the bus company and put us on the phone with an English speaking person who told us that we were on the wrong bus (Phnom Penh is about 6 hours south, while Battambang was northwest 6 hours) Luckily she told us that the bus driver would let us off the bus somewhere and another bus will come and collect us. About five minutes later the bus stopped and we were let off at a petrol station in the middle of nowhere with the promise that another bus would be along in ten minutes.
|Waiting for the bus|
|Sad that we got on the wrong bus|
|Somebody stopping to make sure we are ok|
|You can't really see but this man has a pig on the back of his bike.|
We've also seen bikes with 3 pigs on the back.
Like they said, about ten minutes later, a bus pulled up and we were on our way to Battambang.
Battambang is the second biggest town in Cambodia but it is so laid back that it's hard to believe. When we arrived in Battambang there were some tuk-tuks waiting to show us their guesthouses and to bring us to them. When there is a group of people all offering similar things, my rule is to go with the cutest oldest man. (it seems to have worked so far!) Our person of choice this time was Mr. So Phat. He was such a nice man and brought us to our guesthouse, the Seung Hout hotel. We were surprised to find out that it had a swimming pool and was well in our budget.
Our first day was spent chilling in the pool and strolling around the town. It was such a nice relaxing town. I think this is why we loved Battambang. The last couple of years everywhere that myself and Jason went to together we always managed to get off of the tourist trail and feel like we are really seeing the country (Korea included). But since this journey has begun we have just felt like there is no way to get away from other tourists...that is until we arrived here.
|All ready for the bamboo train ride.|
|The bamboo train.|
|Jason on the bamboo train|
|Beautiful kids in the village that we stopped at.|
|A shrine near the killing fields.|
|Inside the temple (prison)|
|Walkway down to the cave where they|
threw the children's bodies.
|Some of the clothes of the victims.|
|Some of the skulls at the cave.|
|At the top of the mountain.|