After about 30 miles of riding on the busy, dusty road leading out of Siem Reap, we turn on a dirt road toward Preah Vihear.
Suddenly, all the traffic noise and honking dissipates and we are able to talk to each other again. Besides the occasional scooter, tractor, or cyclist, there is hardly any traffic. Instead, we encounter many smiling people waving at us from their wooden huts. Especially, the children are eager to greet us. We hear so many "hello"s and "bye-byes" from near and from far, that we have a hard time keeping up with all the waves and greetings.
All of our bellies have been rumbling, churning, or acting up at some point during our journey. So far South East Asia has not been easy on our digestive system. On and off, one or the other of us has been battling with an upset stomach or diarrhea.
Although, we really wanted to see the sunrise at Angkor Wat, we just could not get ourselves to get up that early again. Instead, we decide to take a tuc-tuc back to the temple complex. Since Randy had a late start yesterday, due to a long night out on Pub-street the night before, and only saw Angkor Wat while we discovered all of Angkor Thom and then some, we figured it
The cool air hits our faces, as we pedal our bikes as fast as possible through the dark streets of Siem Reap. It is not even 5:00 am but we are excited to race through the unusual quiet town. Where there was hustling and bustling with hardly any room to ride our bikes yesterday, there
After another cold shower in the morning and desperately trying to get our toilet to flush with endless amounts of buckets of water, we finally pack up. Once downstairs, we boil up some water for coffee. The women and children working the street vendor cart in front of
At the border, we encounter the craziest traffic. Besides scooters buzzing all around and pedestrians walking everywhere, there are huge trucks rolling by with over loaded trailers. The trailers look like they should bust at all the seems or topple over with their goods. Other people are pulling huge wooden carts loaded up with food and goods. Some are so big, we wonder how a human can possibly pull them. Some carts are pulled and pushed by several people. There are several scam artists trying to get us to do the visa for Cambodia through them. Fortunately, we read up on it and already have our e-visa ready. An official, tells us
As we get ready to leave the campground, we figure we'll skip the restaurant for breakfast. More than likely, they would be out of food anyway. We pass right by it and head to the small store further down the road by one of the park check points. Aft
After a good night of sleep we still feel tired and exhausted from our long ride into Khao Yai National Park. So we try to take it easy today. While eating breakfast we watch several deer trot through the campground. They are not at all shy and like to go through people's stuff in search of food, it seems nothing is safe from them and they are trained to check every plastic bag that is left unattended. No wonder, one older fellow camper is taunting one of the big deer with a full
Around 03:00 we are awoken to the rain hitting our tents, so we quickly pull out our rain fly and cover the tents before everything gets wet. For the next few hours we all pretty much toss and turn before finally getting up and out of the tents. We are up and ready to roll before 06:30 and we wait around while Randy gathers and packs his gear. This just happens to be his first time setting up his camping gear, so he has yet to find his routine. No worries, we are pretty confident that after a few more nights and days of touring he will have a system. Once Randy is set, we roll our bikes across the street and sit
Leaving Bangkok from near the airport was not a big deal, but first on the list is finding the local post office and mailing all of our winter gear and some other items that we will not need.
[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="800"] Getting ready to roll...yes, we know how to destroy a room with the help of a bunch of panniers[/caption]
As soon as we pull into the post office parking lot we become the local show. One of the postmen starts chatting with us even before we get our bikes parked, wanting to know where we come from and where we are going. That was all it took! He began telling everyone within