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Sangkat Pir

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  • Day21

    Tag 20: Zurück nach Phnom Penh

    September 7, 2019 in Cambodia ⋅ ⛅ 30 °C

    6:30 Uhr: Zeit, um aufzustehen. Ich packe meine Sachen, verlasse den Bungalow, checke aus und frühstücke noch gemütlich etwas am Pier, bevor um 9 Uhr meine Fähre gehen soll.

    9:00 Uhr: Ich bin pünktlich am Steg, man sagt mir, ich solle warten, die Fähre kommt bald.

    9:15 Uhr: ich werde langsam ungeduldig, am benachbarten Steg legt eine Fähre an, allerdings nicht meine. Ich frage die Dame von meiner „Fährenfirma“, wo denn die Fähre bleibt... Sie total überrascht, ruft die Firma an -> Die Fähre fällt aus... schöne scheiße. Ich nahm die Beine in die Hand und rannte mit Sack und Pack zum anderen Steg, an dem gerade die andere Fähre angelegt hatte. Sehr gut, man kann mich mitnehmen, allerdings musste ich erneut ein Ticket kaufen... Naja halb so schlimm, Hauptsache ich bekomme meinen Bus in Sihanoukville um 13:30 Uhr.

    Die Rückfahrt war sehr viel entspannter als die Hinfahrt, da so gut wie kein Wellengang herrschte. Angekommen in Sihanoukville habe ich mir ein Tuk Tuk zur Bushaltestelle geholt, musste dort allerdings noch 3 Std auf den Bus warten. Die Stadt ist bekannt für ihr ausuferndes Nachtleben und über 200 Casinos. Ich hatte mich bewusst gegen einen längeren Aufenthalt hier entschieden und war hier nur auf der Durchreise. Besser so, ich habe glaube ich noch nie eine Stadt gesehen, die schmutziger ist.

    Sieben Stunden Busfahrt, es gibt spannenderes. Wir legten eine Pause ein, um uns Snacks zu kaufen und auf Toilette zu gehen. Leider sprach dort niemand englisch und die vielen Früchte, die es dort zu kaufen gab, kannte ich nicht (kaum zu glauben). Ich nahm mir trotzdem ein bisschen was mit und eine Kambodschanerin, die mit im Bus war zeigte mir, wie man die Früchte schält und isst. Als lebe ich hinterm Mond 😂😂😂. Wir kamen endlich in Phnom Penh an. Ich aß noch eine Kleinigkeit in meinem Hotel und bin dann gleich ins Bett. Morgen früh gehts schließlich um 5 Uhr los ✈️.

    Wolfi 😎🤓
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  • Day15

    Sihanoukville again

    March 3, 2020 in Cambodia ⋅ ⛅ 30 °C

    Da wir vorhatten unsere Reise heute fortzusetzen, klingelte unser Wecker Punkt 5 Uhr....
    Um 5:30 Uhr sollten wir abgeholt werden, fahrplanmäßige Abfahrt des Bootes um Punkt sieben, nach 45 minütiger Fahrt Ankunft in Sihanoukville, pünktlich um 8:15 Uhr Bus nach Trat.
    Naja, was soll ich sagen🙄......
    Irgendwann zwischen 5:30 und 6 Uhr wurde uns mitgeteilt dass wir um 6:30 Uhr abgeholt werden würden. Nach kurzer Diskussion erklärte sich der Manager bereit, uns doch auf die andere Seite der Insel zu fahren.
    Es traten an: seine Frau und zwei Kinder uns auf zwei Motorbikes durch die Dämmerung heil ans Ziel zu bringen😳
    Motorbike Majda: Passagier Majda mit Rucksack ganz hinten, ganz vorne ein ca. 5 jähriger Knirps und mittig der Fahrer....schätzungsweise ganze 10 Jahre alt!
    Motorbike Marc: zwischen Lenker und Sitz klemmt mein Seesack, 110 Kilogramm Mensch sitzen hinten wie Huhn auf Stange, in der einen Hand sein Stückchen Ast Würgefeige....mit der anderen wird sich am Sitz festgehalten weil er befürchtet seine 40 Kilo Fahrerin zu erdrücken!
    Motorbike Majda legt ein gutes Tempo vor, Motorbike Marc schluckt Staub und nimmt jeden größeren Stein mit, gut 2 Dutzend Male kommt der Stoßdämpfer an seine Grenzen und ich rechne damit dass er einfach aufhört zu existieren.
    Als meine tapfere Fahrerin dann auf einer der Abfahrten ihr Smartphone zückt und telefoniert, kommt mir kurz in den Sinn dass ich vorher vielleicht doch noch mein Testament hätte schreiben sollen🙈
    Wie dem auch sei, ich schreibe gerade unser Tagebuch und demzufolge haben wir beide den Ritt gut überstanden.
    Der nächste Knaller folgt auf den Fuß....pünktlich und schon im Boot sitzend wird uns dann mitgeteilt dass das Boot nicht von unserer Company wäre und wir dieses unverzüglich wieder verlassen müssten. Kurzzeitig dachte ich darüber nach auszurasten🙄
    Wie sich herausstellte, fuhr unsere Fähre irgendwann zwischen 10-11 Uhr, damit war klar dass wir unseren Bus um 8.15 Uhr nicht mehr schaffen würden. Der nächste würde einen Tag später fahren.
    Kurz zusammengefasst....Fahrt dann mit der Fähre 1km weiter zu einem anderen Hafen auf der Insel....Umstieg in eine grössere....Franzose stößt mit seinem Rucksack meine, mir schon ans Herz gewachsene, Würgefeige ins Hafenbecken, die macht auch sofort den Schuh und schwimmt ins offene Meer....ich bin jetzt endgültig stinksauer und möchte niemanden mehr sehen😬
    Hotel gebucht irgendwo in den Hügeln von Sihanoukville, nochmal ne schöne Stadtrundfahrt gemacht und dann gab es doch noch Grund zur Freunde.
    Port Hedonia sollte sich als best place in Sihanoukville erweisen und hatte einen Burger im Angebot, den wir sofort unter unsere Top 5 setzten. Ein wirklich schöne, grüne und stylische Apartement Siedlung mit Blick auf die andere Seite der Stadt und aufs Wasser.
    Ein kurzer Spaziergang zeigte uns dann aber auch wieder die andere Seite der Medaille, ein paar Meter weiter pflasterten spärlich zusammengeschusterte Blechhütten den Weg und Müllberge türmten sich auf.
    Inmitten dieser Armut allerdings, viele Gräber und Gruften direkt an den Hügeln und über allem trohnte ein hübscher Tempel. Hier leben allem Anschein nach Mönche mit Affen, Hunden und Katzen friedlich zusammen. Der letzte Ort vor unserem heutigen Nachtlager verschlug uns dann nochmal den Atem....der Blick über den riesigen Moloch im Tal während die Sonne sich bereits im Sinkflug befindet. Gespickt mit abgeholzten, rötlich schimmernden Baumleichen hat man das Gefühl sich in einer postapokalyptischen Szene aus Bladerunner zu befinden.....

    Nach unserem wirklich seehr leckerem Abendessen und einem von der Managerin Julia zubereitetem Ginfizz, nahmen wir Platz auf unseren Schlaflagern und versuchten etwas zu schlummern....aufmerksam beobachtet von zwei kleinen Gekkos die fleißig Insekten jagten.
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  • Day18

    Back to Sihanoukville

    February 22, 2019 in Cambodia

    Today we had to leave the lovely island of Koh Rong Sanloem. Caught the 10am ferry which took us to Koh Rong first to drop off and collect passengers there and then to Sihanoukville. The sea was calm and so the crossing smooth. In comparison to the island, Sihanoukville is dirty and dusty. After getting some money out of the ATM we negotiated with the tuk tuk drivers & got a small van converted one which gave a nice smooth ride up to our hotel - Port Hedonia. It was 4k out of the town, mainly uphill, but a lovely setting. After checking in we walked up to a nearby viewpoint and around a temple. In the temple grounds they had taken in children orphaned by parents who died from HIV. Back to the hotel for a swim and lounge by the pool.Read more

  • Mar29

    Siem Reap and Angkor Wat

    March 29, 2019 in Cambodia ⋅ ⛅ 28 °C

    After a long journey of three flights to Cambodia I arrived in Siem Reap at about midday and was very tired, but excited to be with Rohit. Having met him in a market in Kolkata it was quite surreal to be on holiday with him. We stayed in a hostel with a swimming pool, because it is stupidly hot in Cambodia at the moment. And on our first day we took a walk around the city and chilled out in the pool.

    Siem Reap is a very flat city with no high buildings and it is less busy that other Asian cities, so it was quite pleasant to be in. However it is incredibly touristy and has a street named 'pub street' which has 24 hour pubs selling beer at 50c., Which of course attracts party seekers and the gap year kids. But we didn't stay up late enough to get bothered by this! I was completely exhausted after the journey and a week of no sleep prior to it.

    We woke at 4.15am the next day to go to Angkor Wat to see sunrise behind it. I was expecting it to be busier, but as the temple is huge there is a large area for us to spread out, so it was possible to get a view of sunrise without people in the way. It was fairly nice sunrise, but not the best. At 6am they opened the temple and we began temple touring....the first of many.

    Angkor Way is the largest religious building in the world and dates back to 11th century. It took us 3 hours to walk around it, so that gives some idea of the scale of it. There are many many steps, taking us to high floors of the temple. It was suffered a lot of weather damage over the years, but internally the engravings on the stone are still preserved and tell stories of the history of the era. We didn't have a guide, but I have since bought a book so I can learn more about this.

    The area around Angkor Wat was the centre of power in Cambodia from 6th century until 15th and every new king seemed to build at least one new temple. So the area is littered with ancient buildings. Some of the temples have been partly destroyed by trees that have grown within them, the roots wrapped around the structure. It is an impressive sight to see.

    We visited about 7 temples and spent 13 hours on the tour. We had hired 'the cowboy' tuktuk driver for the day, he had a pimped up tuktuk that played music and had a coolbox with beers and water. He was a fascinating person to meet, having been an orphan living on the streets as a child he then became a monk at 19 to get an education, worked in the police and security and now loves his job as a tourist guide.

    It was a long ,very interesting day. The temples are really beautiful and so impressively made. They have no cement holding the stones together and the stones are all different shapes and sizes, yet form perfect symmetrical walls. Many of the ceilings have collapsed and there are piles of the fallen stones that look like an earthquake has occurred. When a ceiling remains it is remarkable to see because the stones are balanced on top of each other and wedged in, with no fixative. It's amazing that they could ever be built, let alone remain standing for so long.

    That evening we took a well deserved massage, having walked 19.7km- much of which was steps.
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  • Day96

    Sihanoukville, Cambodia

    March 20, 2018 in Cambodia ⋅ ⛅ 79 °F

    Cities are appealing for lots of different reasons. Some are interesting for their art or history, some because they are the seat of political power, others because of the nightlife or the wildlife. Today we are in Cambodia. We are docked in a town called Sihanoukville, named for the former ruler, Prince Norodam Sihanouk. Despite the absence of any glitz or glamour here, I found today’s trip ashore one of the most interesting of the whole cruise. Immediately following the Vietnam War, a branch of the Communist Party led by Pol Pot came to rule here. His bizarre construction of Marxist-Maoist-Stalinist thought held that Cambodia should be for the Cambodians only. Professors and even schoolteachers were considered as intellectuals spreading foreign, non-Cambodian ideas. They were executed. Artists and business owners were executed for the same reason. So were physicians, nurses, high school graduates, students, mechanics, and even people who wore glasses. Radically atheistic, the regime assured that priests and monks suffered the same fate. Pol Pot’s agrarian ideal emptied the cities and forced everyone, even people untrained in agriculture, to work on rural collective farms. Out of a population of 8 million people, some 2-3 million were killed by execution, starvation, overwork, or poor medical care. The horrific reign of terror lasted 3 years from 1976-1979. An account of this nightmare of Cambodian history is recounted in the motion picture, The Killing Fields. Pol Pot has taken his place in infamy, along with Hitler, Stalin, Mao Tse Tung and other genocidal psychopaths.

    Today was given to an extremely interesting visit to Sihanoukville. Please forgive a comment that makes me sound more like a tourist than a traveler when I say that the part of Cambodia we saw today was very crowded and definitely dirty. The odor of the city woke us early as we sailed into port at about 5 am. I do not say these things as an insult, but merely as a report. Travelers much more seasoned than I am have suggested that when one comes to Cambodia, one should not try to avoid the stench, but should rather breathe deeply so that they quickly become “nose deaf.” There is a reason for the odor, though. The fact is that Cambodians catch, kill, cook and eat any creature that does not eat them first, even insects. And we saw no stray dogs.

    Today, however, I was more interested in watching the people. There are very few old people here. Virtually everyone we saw here today was under 40 years of age. What I saw today was the remnant of a nation whose government attempted to murder it. Now less than 4% of the population is over 60 years of age. I noted many, many children in town today. Some were quite young, hardly a year old, working with mom in the market, hanging on to a motor scooter, even walking with other children with no adults to be seen. Kids in Cambodia grow up fast. They really don’t have any choice. I did not see or hear one child crying today. My guess is that babies here learn quickly that crying does no good. Cambodians learn very early that life is tough. And so are they. Still, despite the harsh realities of recent history, Cambodians have their hopes and aspirations. They smile graciously at us foreigners with our flashy clothing, loud voices and expensive cameras. They still go to the temple to pray. They work hard. They scrap like junkyard dogs to earn a living. They raise their families on meager incomes, and teach their children in temples and in schools. And some of them dream that maybe—just maybe—their children can live in a Cambodia that is better than the furnace out of which their own hard lives were forged.
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  • Day8

    Sihanoukville

    July 26, 2011 in Cambodia ⋅ ⛅ 27 °C

    http://www.travelark.org/travel-blog-entry/tofor85/4/1311772645

    Today we met at about 10am for an over-land tour around the area of Sihanoukville. This would be a four part adventure! First up, we visited a small fishing village in the Port area. This was a really interesting look into a simple lifestyle. We'd just been to a fishing village in Hong Kong days earlier, but this was different again. Apparently theres some 300,000 people living in villages like this along the coast of Cambodia.
    From here, our private bus took us through a rocky jungle road to the beach. One thing I forgot to pack was my bathers. That didn't stop us all swimming and playing make-shift volleyball for an hour or so. We then relaxed at the beach front for lunch, cooked by our guide.

    The next stop was a nearby waterfall. We waited a while undercover upon arrival, as heavy rain had arrived. In the meantime we relaxed in hammocks and enjoyed some prickly local fruit; rambutans (similar to lychees). Once it cleared a little, we ventured over a rickety, Cambodian engineered bridge and waded to the base of the waterfall in a picturesque secluded little spot.
    The final spot for the day was a mountaintop pagoda. Here we got a great view of the town of Sihanoukville, as well as the chance to feed bananas to the monkeys that live here.
    On the conclusion of the day tour, we headed to the beach for dinner and drinks. We found a nice place, right on the sand. Here we all enjoyed good food, and cocktails.
    Eating in Cambodia is tremendously cheap. All meals were under $5 US. All cocktails were $2 US. I also ordered a couple of 'cocktail buckets' These were $4 US and served in a sandcastle bucket, probably the same size as 3-4 cocktails...

    After a few cocktails and dancing, we headed off to the same bar we went to last night. Before long, we were all swimming in the pool by the bar. An awesome night, that is just incomparable to anything that could be experienced back home.
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  • Day6

    Sihanoukville, Cambodja

    November 19, 2017 in Cambodia ⋅ ☀️ 25 °C

    Um dia banal. Acordar as 6h da manhã, tomar o pequeno almoço no hotel para ficar mais de uma hora a espera do minibus que nos levaria para Sihanoukville. A paisagem é de lixo e pobreza por isso o melhor é dormir. A última parte da viagem quando o terreno se torna mais montanhoso e menos povoado já se torna mais bonito.
    Perto das 14h chegamos ao nosso hotel longe do centro e da confusão, este hotel fica num monte com vista para o mar (the harbor Light). O dono, francês muito rude e antipático.
    Pousamos as malas no quarto e seguimos de tuktuk para Otres Beach, n°1 no TripAdvisor. Ou os nossos padrões, são elevadíssimos ou as chuvas têm trazido muita terra, muito lixo e hippis malucos.
    Mal chegámos, começou a chover torrencialmente. Almoçamos o nosso caril, ainda ganhei um cerveja com a carica de uma das latas de cerveja. Desde do primeiro dia que nos aconselham a beber cerveja de lata porque podes ganhar prémios ao abrir a carica.
    Apesar da chuva as cores eram vivas, algumas pessoas tomavam e pescadores tentavam a sorte deles. Só não fomos ao mar porque não tínhamos roupas suplentes.
    Regressamos num tuktuk que não conseguia ter potência para as subidas, aqui ao contrário dos outros sítios onde tivemos é só montanhas. Ao contrário deste a maioria dos tuktuks aqui são carros com o telhado cortado e subidos.
    A chegar ao hotel não havia electricidade, fomos para o quarto, cada uma a ler ou a entreter-se mas passado 10 minutos estamos todas a dormir, eu não li uma página e meia do meu livro, 7h da tarde e já dormiamos. Claro que as 4h da manhã tínhamos insónias.
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  • Day13

    Sihonoukville: Bike-Tour - Wat Leu

    December 10, 2010 in Cambodia

    Gegen 15.30 Uhr geht es noch auf einen kleinen Hügel zum “Wat Leu”, von wo man einen guten Ausblick auf die Stadt haben soll. Der Tempel ist ganz nett, hat Atmosphäre, aber eine gute Aussicht hat man beim besten Willen nicht. Bäume und Palmen versperren einem die Sicht. Also wieder zurück undMotorrad abgeben und das Zimmer bezahlen, morgen geht es zurück nach Phnom Penh. Ich vereinbare noch mit meinem Hauswirt, dass er mir 20 US$ extra belastet, da ich noch etwas Bares brauche - wie gesagt, heute ist Feiertag und die Banken haben zu. Das Busticket für morgen hat er mir auch für 7 US$ besorgt. Jetzt erstmal ein letztes Bad im Meer genießen. Danach die obligatorische Dusche und frisch machen, das Abendessen wartet im "Full Moon Shack". Diesmal Fried Rice with Chicken superlecker, schöner Sonnenuntergang inklusive Feuerwerk.Read more

  • Day103

    Cambodia - day 7

    June 11, 2019 in Cambodia ⋅ ☁️ 31 °C

    Today we woke up and said bye to our friends from twickenham which was sad! We spent the morning hanging out with our friends Rosie and Nel who were in our room and Maria! At 11.30 we had to leave this paradise - we were so sad it had been the funnest 3 days everrrrr!! Got the ferry back to Sihnoukville where had our first proper meal in 3 days - was divine! At 6.30 we got picked up for our night bus to Siem Reap. It was absolutely COMICAL - mils and I had been told we were getting a hotel bus with double beds. No joke my claustrophobia took over when I saw this bed, we were like sardines in a single bed together and the ceiling was about 10cm from our heads when we were lying down. We met the funniest group of people on this bus though and luckily this made it slightly bearable haha!!Read more

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