On Sunday morning, I left Cambodia at 8 AM. I was chatting with a British couple as my bus pulled onto a busy Phnom Pehn street when something massive caught my eye; moseying the oppisite direction was a huge elephant. I knew, at that moment, I was going to enjoy my journey.
The boat was tiny and narrow but it didn't matter as it was just a French girl, two Swiss, and the British couple.
We chugged slowly down the wide Mekong.
The view from the immigration office at the Cambodia/Vietnam border.
Once in Vietnamese waters, we took a short cut and were greeted with smiles, waves and sometimes ambivalence.
We emerged from the canal and I stretched out in the back for a nap.
The scene from my room's balcony in Chau Doc.
The second day was uneventful, except for this German tourist. She got into an argument with our guide and had no concept of saving face. Not only that but she smelled atrocious and her photography habits were obnoxious. Our guide kicked her out of the van before we left Chau Doc. I was thrilled to guesthouse search Pham Ngu Lao, the backpacking district, when we finally made it to Saigon. My urge to haggle by saying, "What can I get for 10 dollars?" was smothered by exhaustion and intuition that a Full Metal Jacket reference wouldn't be kindly received. I settled on a clean, quiet room down a small alley for 15 bucks and had the best night sleep since I've arrived in SE Asia.
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