|
What do you do when you get to a country and they have no functioning
ATMs? Well we finally found some money and those clever Cambodians got a
good chunk of it. The one site that we all wanted to go see was the ruins
at Angkor Wat (wat=temple. We were faced with two transportation choices,
the long and expensive boat, or the longer and more uncomfortable bus
ride. We chose choice C, rent dirt bikes and make the 320km journey our
way. At the bike rental shop they showed us the brakes, the gas and the
clutch (What?! Clutch, ehh, we'll figure it out). We had previously rented
mopeds in Thailand so we saw this as the next logical step in two wheeled
adventure. The first day we made it to the town of Kompong Thom with one
hour of daylight to spare. We still had another 170km to get to Angkor Wat
which was too far that day but we wanted something to do with the remaining hour
of daylight. Someone told us of some nearby ruins that predated those at
Angkor so we set off to see them. Not long into the journey we stopped and
received information of a shortcut from a friendly local rice farmer. He
told us of the time it would save us and that sounded good to us and off we
went. the road started off nice enough and then it narrowed to a dirt path
large enough for two moped lanes. Not too long after that we encountered
the first of about six bridges. By bridges, I mean un-nailed planks of
wood placed on top of bamboo supports. What are ya gonna do, your in a
third world country. We managed to make it across those and progressed
down the dirt path. Then we saw it, a big raging river separating us from
the ruins. We had fought those bikes so hard to make it to the ruins only
to be stopped so close that we could see the ruins. While we were standing
there scratching our heads we attracted quite a bit of attention from the
locals. They may have been trying to tell us a way to get around the river
but we neglected to buy a Cambodian phrase book and couldn't understand the many
hand gestures. We then looked up at the sky to see that the darkness was
on its way. We turned around and returned from whence we came. We
were able to make better time on the way back given that we just rode over the
same spots and then it happened......it started with a bit of thunder and then
some lightning followed by the inevitable rains. We thought that the dirt
path was hard, now we are dealing with a muddy path and wet slippery planks on
all the bridges. Given our relative inexperience with the bikes we wrecked
them quite a bit. Matt crashed his bike enough times that it refused to
start. We all stopped and tried to fix it for about a half hour and for
some unexplained reason it started up again so we all got on our bikes
again. They thought that I was joking when I told that now my bike wouldn't
start, unfortunately I wasn't. We made every attempt to fix my bike and
eventually decided to just leave it up against a tree and to come back for it
the next day. Now that I'm on foot trudging through the mud the progress
was much slower on our retreat. Eventually we made it out of the worst
part of it and got to a nice mud road. Ryan some how suckered me into
getting on the back of his bike. With only a quarter of a mile to go we
biffed on another slippery wooden bridge. Needless to say I was not
happy! That was the last time any of us heard that engine running, despite
the local mechanics best efforts to repair it. By best efforts I meat completely
disassembling the bike, scratching their heads and then reassembling it (it felt
like taking a Ferrari to a Yugo repairman). Ryan was left with no wheels
and had to take his bike back to Phnom Penh in a minibus and then meet us up in
Angkor ( Ryan still got some action because Matt was to wounded from his
accidents to ride back). We spent a few days touring the ruins and then
had to sprint back to Phnom Penh to get the bikes back on time (the whole length
of the country in 5.5hrs). In Phnom Penh, we found a local military base
that would let us play with their automatic weapons for a small fee. We
checked out some surrounding city sights and then it was off to Viet
Nam.
|
|
|
View from our Hostel
|
|
|
|
Riding across Cambodia
|
|
|
|
teaching about GPS
|
|
|
|
after what was supposed to be a short day-trip
|
|
|
|
|
|
Matt's gigantic muffler burn infused with mud
|
|
|
|
trying to get the bike working again
|
|
|
|
|
they tried everything they could
|
|
|
|
cute kid selling us refreshments while we waited
|
|
|
|
|
Lizards!
|
|
|
|
They're everywhere!
|
|
|
|
waiting near the boat dock for Ryan's arrival
|
|
|
|
|
We finally make it to Angkor
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
It was tough for him with that big burn
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
so much he had to sit one out
|
|
|
|
Stare Down
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Relaxing at the hostel
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Some freindly guys that offrered us a drink while we waited for the rain to pass
|
|
|
|
|
I guess it's no secret anymore
|
|
|
|
That's the pin in his teeth and Matt's back wet from the explosion
|
|
|
|
|
|
super-fast go karting
|
|
|
|
|
The creepy killing fields monument
|
|
|
|