From Viet Nam to Cambodia from Saigon to Siem Reap five hundred miles.
Traveling. hours thirteen and twenty-eight minutes of the January 20 duemilaundici
up early this morning, sleep was not easy, from the noises that were heard all night I know that the hotel dune HCMC is a brothel or a motel by the hour, I locked in my room with no windows I heard a continuous up and down the stairs and opening and closing of doors.
Unable to sleep I kept what is now become a matter of principle and a challenge, overcome blocks imposed by the Vietnamese Government on the Web, for example all, the domain of facebook is impossible to solve, and then to display, in addition to twitter & co.
After tried various ways, from NOIP to Tor, and the attempt to use my mac in the office via remote desktop support for Amerigo that I asked a couple of days is thinking about the solution.
the night we set up a VPN tunnel to pass through my wireless router from his home near Milan, but even that did not match any except the opportunity to chart a course through the terminal, which determines the actual operation of the tunnel . But there is still no way of shipping it to work, we proceeded with the installation of a proxy for web traffic, but nothing.
At three o'clock we understand that the problem may be the IP address conflict between the network and the Amerigo hotel amerigo change the IP range of its network, but nothing.
hotel I decided to hack the router, try the combination of routine (> admin, admin \u0026lt;> admin, pass \u0026lt;> admin-password \u0026lt;) but nothing, control the brand of router, I download the manual and found the combination of default (admin-12345) is the right to make a change and within the range of ip DHCP, but I think it's useless, I try to change the DNS, put those in telecom, but I'm tired and I are more ideas .... Greeting amerigo and try again to sleep, I wake up in a few hours.
six and a half hours the alarm goes off, I quickly prepared and abandon this bad place, I get to the departure date for the bus, stop a Vietnamese / American dress well that tells me that we must take a taxi because the bus will not go to them, but I do not understand why I follow him and do not than a kilometer to reach the actual start of the bus to Cambodia. Here we face a dozen people, local pilgrims and backpackers all look like me a little, at first sight, the difference lies in the physical appearance and color of the large rucksack on his back that we have, I join them, the ticket of change bus and discovered that we will stop for exchange among the Phnom Penh city where he lives Antonio, a cooperating association with Intervita which will visit next week recovery projects and support of the Cambodian population, maybe I should reverse the turn to make the road a bit less, but I think now it's late and the idea of \u200b\u200bgoing to Angkor Wat and around calmly two days attracts me a lot.
I climb on the bus and fall asleep.
I climb on the bus and fall asleep.
I wake up the guy who accompanies us, you must complete certain documents for entry into Cambodia and the visa application, I look around and I stayed five minutes, we are not far from the center of HCMC, compile everything, do to him the money for the visa and the bus brakes suddenly, a girl is capicollo on the ground with his scooter near us, with great skill twenty other mopeds shy and stop to help her, the girl is well and we continue the journey.
read a little, - Chickens forever - this is the trip to Milan for the book that I can read two pages at a time, here I finish well before reaching their destination as they are provided for twelve hours trip, I fall asleep again and dream chicken on all sides.
I wake up suddenly, another accident, this rider should have gone worse, has already been taken away, but the motorcycle is destroyed, another stuck in the bus, go forward and our guide warns us that we are on the border between Vietnam and Cambodia, a short must take all our luggage to walk across the border inside the two borders.
I wake up suddenly, another accident, this rider should have gone worse, has already been taken away, but the motorcycle is destroyed, another stuck in the bus, go forward and our guide warns us that we are on the border between Vietnam and Cambodia, a short must take all our luggage to walk across the border inside the two borders.
the Vietnamese border, I cancel the visa and I mark the exit, I had forgotten that the visa was for only one input, and if I thought that maybe I could come back to these parts with an airplane interior, is now permanently closed Vietnam chapter of this journey, thank you, smile, greet and go on foot to the second border.
driving the bus here is very kind and showed me the visa, I think it's something routine transport agency including two bottles of water in eighteen dollars of travel.
when he came to the type of immigration, however, unlike all the others that they put a couple of minutes, I do not make me go, but I did not even say anything, call and speak another guard, I think that it is already for the photo I have on my passport, peeled and without a beard a little bit different from now, long hair and beard, shall consult the third call, I make a picture with the camera (perhaps practice) and then accompany me in a room marked "Quarantine," I do not understand and they do not speak English.
spent ten minutes and there's other people and a guy in uniform, then take us to another room, a new type of check passports, one at a time, searches us, looks like a regular old-fashioned, tired and bored .
Arriva to my turn, look at me and laughs, I think, what the fuck-you laugh - but I do not say anything, maybe it is not the case, then says: Fidel Castro and bursts out laughing, I laugh and I also I accompany the exit .
We go on the bus I take off my backpack and go downstairs to make the first photos of Cambodia, to the bus and at the border, here are trying to sell everything and change money, rejection, sigh and go back on the bus, I watch the other passengers but I do not want to talk to anyone, I resume reading and then I go back to sleep.
We are in the Kingdom of Cambodia.
Sometimes I wake up and snap some photos, read, I eat some cookies and then I get back to sleep, in the meantime the bus stops and give us the opportunity to eat at a motorway service "but I ate too many cookies and I'm not hungry, because it seems that the specialty is chicken and ducks, continuous reading.
I wake up after yet another nap and I realize that before us there is a river too wide and I sense that the bus is going up on a barge to cross in front of us a few other trucks and bus, takes my attention a machine extracarica chickens and geese, and several floors crammed with the suffering face, making a strange to the bill, go down to make two photos and then they date back to the bus, the river has passed and I decided to start writing, perhaps when more wrong because it seems that the asphalt is over and take a great road, the cloud of sand and wraps around the edges all have masks, walk about six miles, maybe less and now that I write resume asphalt, missing little to the first destination, the landscape is similar to the Vietnamese, with the difference of a few temples and buildings on the road a little different.
We are in an endless plain broken by small colorful shops on the roadside, and enriched rice speckled with shops statues and statues scattered in front of each house, only now we see the first buildings, perhaps we arrived, I turn off the mac and focus on the landscape. - K- hours two seventeen p.m.-
Fifteen Hours
I arrived in Phnom Penh and I had to change buses, I got to eat and Drinking from trying to adapt to this new money, I could not find a SIM card, as the Vietnamese no longer works here.
It starts about thirty minutes but I would not stray too far, here are even more pilgrims, mostly Japanese women on this bus, seem to be wealthy, then the British and Irish, some Chinese and a few local.
driving the bus here is very kind and showed me the visa, I think it's something routine transport agency including two bottles of water in eighteen dollars of travel.
when he came to the type of immigration, however, unlike all the others that they put a couple of minutes, I do not make me go, but I did not even say anything, call and speak another guard, I think that it is already for the photo I have on my passport, peeled and without a beard a little bit different from now, long hair and beard, shall consult the third call, I make a picture with the camera (perhaps practice) and then accompany me in a room marked "Quarantine," I do not understand and they do not speak English.
spent ten minutes and there's other people and a guy in uniform, then take us to another room, a new type of check passports, one at a time, searches us, looks like a regular old-fashioned, tired and bored .
Arriva to my turn, look at me and laughs, I think, what the fuck-you laugh - but I do not say anything, maybe it is not the case, then says: Fidel Castro and bursts out laughing, I laugh and I also I accompany the exit .
We go on the bus I take off my backpack and go downstairs to make the first photos of Cambodia, to the bus and at the border, here are trying to sell everything and change money, rejection, sigh and go back on the bus, I watch the other passengers but I do not want to talk to anyone, I resume reading and then I go back to sleep. We are in the Kingdom of Cambodia.
Sometimes I wake up and snap some photos, read, I eat some cookies and then I get back to sleep, in the meantime the bus stops and give us the opportunity to eat at a motorway service "but I ate too many cookies and I'm not hungry, because it seems that the specialty is chicken and ducks, continuous reading.
I wake up after yet another nap and I realize that before us there is a river too wide and I sense that the bus is going up on a barge to cross in front of us a few other trucks and bus, takes my attention a machine extracarica chickens and geese, and several floors crammed with the suffering face, making a strange to the bill, go down to make two photos and then they date back to the bus, the river has passed and I decided to start writing, perhaps when more wrong because it seems that the asphalt is over and take a great road, the cloud of sand and wraps around the edges all have masks, walk about six miles, maybe less and now that I write resume asphalt, missing little to the first destination, the landscape is similar to the Vietnamese, with the difference of a few temples and buildings on the road a little different.
I arrived in Phnom Penh and I had to change buses, I got to eat and Drinking from trying to adapt to this new money, I could not find a SIM card, as the Vietnamese no longer works here.
It starts about thirty minutes but I would not stray too far, here are even more pilgrims, mostly Japanese women on this bus, seem to be wealthy, then the British and Irish, some Chinese and a few local.
No free wireless, so I put away the mac .... k
Twenty-one hours and minutes ZERODUE
I'm still on the bus, the trip seems to be longer than expected, in the first part of the second bus had seat as a companion for a girl I do not know what nationality, hearing her on the phone seemed to Cambodia, and had a duffel bag between his legs that forced her to hold her legs down the corridor, which is also very thin was not at all bulky, but when it dropped rose a Cambodian woman of a certain age and a certain size, space limits me and I must say that after four hours of travel began to annoy me, especially because There are other free sites and hot weather.
We did about four stops to pee and drinking several where I stretch my legs where I opened the backpack and I have to take hold in the mosquito, when the sun went down every stop has always been more complete.
Since fell the darkness is not seen nothing of the landscape but to my luck on my side of the bus the moon is full, beautiful and magical as usual, are also able to make a video that I'll check later looked very sharp even if it is not easy to shoot the moon from a speeding bus on a semi-paved road.
We did about four stops to pee and drinking several where I stretch my legs where I opened the backpack and I have to take hold in the mosquito, when the sun went down every stop has always been more complete.
Since fell the darkness is not seen nothing of the landscape but to my luck on my side of the bus the moon is full, beautiful and magical as usual, are also able to make a video that I'll check later looked very sharp even if it is not easy to shoot the moon from a speeding bus on a semi-paved road.
Frame video of the Moon
The air in the bus also starts to be a bit stale and the companion seat that looks like the pot pool manager, continues to get calls all the time, expanding each time to pull out the phone, then issue a series of incomprehensible lines and attacks.
However, even if you do not see anything we should be close enough, they say lacks one hour at Siem Reap, I urgently need for a shower that I hope it is the height of the images on the site where I booked the hotel after Last night in the brothel for eighteen dollars, let's see how this four stars for twelve dollars and fifty cents.
The hotel is really a four star hotel, I checked the mail and do not understand if I'm wrong or is there something wrong with booking.com but it costs twelve but thirty dollars, but I do not care, I have to recover in a decent bed at least for one night, then tomorrow we'll see.
It's hot tonight in the Kingdom of Cambodia ... and I'm getting hungry again, we hope to do again when I get to eat.
After fifteen hours of travel arrived in Siem Reap, get off the bus and an English Pellegrino propne me to share with him a TukTuk, Cambodian traditional means of transport made by a scooter or motorcycle attacked a trolley type gig, but I gotta go on the other side, a guy approaches me and told me that he broke his tuktuk but today it is in motion, I ask what he wants for porartarmi to my hotel asked me a dollar, I tell him that it's okay, I get on his motorcycle behind him, loaded all my luggage at a moderate speed and take the paved road to the hotel.
During the trip he explains what are the things that we encounter and respond to my questions on the site, tells me that my hotel is too expensive and that if I want my door to his uncle for twelve dollars, but now I booked and otherwise they do pay me anyway, then I propose several trips for the next day and arrived at the hotel but I will take his business card and greeting.
I go to the hotel, it looks nice and when I enter the room I wonder, is a suite, with lounge, double bedroom, bathroom with whirlpool tub and separate shower, thank the guy who accompanied me, and I throw myself a moment unloading suitcases on the bed.
Shortly after I get up because hunger is attacking me, I leave the hotel and head towards the main road where you buy the simcard and Cambodian name in Italy, a few words and ends on credit, at least know that I arrived.
Then I take refuge in an Indian restaurant and eat white basmati rice, spinach, lentic and herbs, it seemed the most delicious food ever, I pay three dollars and go back to the hotel. In the hotel
connection does not work, I needed two things, a good bed and a decent connection, I now have a giant room, and useless without a connection.
Then in bed I get a little paranoid, I think I can stay as Pellegrino in a room so big, but there are now and try to rest, the only thing that comforts me is that these structures do not form part anyway European and American chains such as those that are in Vietnam (Sheraton or similar) to give work to many people, having two people at the entrance, two behind the counter, three porters etc ... but maybe it's just an excuse to feel better, still fall within my budget and now it's late, I try to sleep and dream something to remember the past of this land, at least the bed is comfortable.
K
However, even if you do not see anything we should be close enough, they say lacks one hour at Siem Reap, I urgently need for a shower that I hope it is the height of the images on the site where I booked the hotel after Last night in the brothel for eighteen dollars, let's see how this four stars for twelve dollars and fifty cents.
The hotel is really a four star hotel, I checked the mail and do not understand if I'm wrong or is there something wrong with booking.com but it costs twelve but thirty dollars, but I do not care, I have to recover in a decent bed at least for one night, then tomorrow we'll see.
It's hot tonight in the Kingdom of Cambodia ... and I'm getting hungry again, we hope to do again when I get to eat.
After fifteen hours of travel arrived in Siem Reap, get off the bus and an English Pellegrino propne me to share with him a TukTuk, Cambodian traditional means of transport made by a scooter or motorcycle attacked a trolley type gig, but I gotta go on the other side, a guy approaches me and told me that he broke his tuktuk but today it is in motion, I ask what he wants for porartarmi to my hotel asked me a dollar, I tell him that it's okay, I get on his motorcycle behind him, loaded all my luggage at a moderate speed and take the paved road to the hotel.
During the trip he explains what are the things that we encounter and respond to my questions on the site, tells me that my hotel is too expensive and that if I want my door to his uncle for twelve dollars, but now I booked and otherwise they do pay me anyway, then I propose several trips for the next day and arrived at the hotel but I will take his business card and greeting.
I go to the hotel, it looks nice and when I enter the room I wonder, is a suite, with lounge, double bedroom, bathroom with whirlpool tub and separate shower, thank the guy who accompanied me, and I throw myself a moment unloading suitcases on the bed.
Shortly after I get up because hunger is attacking me, I leave the hotel and head towards the main road where you buy the simcard and Cambodian name in Italy, a few words and ends on credit, at least know that I arrived.
Then I take refuge in an Indian restaurant and eat white basmati rice, spinach, lentic and herbs, it seemed the most delicious food ever, I pay three dollars and go back to the hotel. In the hotel
connection does not work, I needed two things, a good bed and a decent connection, I now have a giant room, and useless without a connection.
Then in bed I get a little paranoid, I think I can stay as Pellegrino in a room so big, but there are now and try to rest, the only thing that comforts me is that these structures do not form part anyway European and American chains such as those that are in Vietnam (Sheraton or similar) to give work to many people, having two people at the entrance, two behind the counter, three porters etc ... but maybe it's just an excuse to feel better, still fall within my budget and now it's late, I try to sleep and dream something to remember the past of this land, at least the bed is comfortable.
K
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