HYPERJULIA

Writing from Cambodia right now, with Ben Howard trough my earphones, rain outside and surrounded by people reading books or skyping with friends and family.
Left Vietnam behind me last friday morning (27th).
3 days back I left Saigon and my backpacker friends form California, Mexico and Denmark, to visit Can Tho, a city in the Mekong Delta. I took a local bus, found a cheap guesthouse after some help from a local, and went for a walk trough the city. Had some gin-tonics in the evening with an English/Malaysian guy and an English backpacker. The next morning I got up at 5 in the morning to get on a little boat to visit the floating market, a rice noodle factory and back trough the little canals. Absolutely stunning, and really relaxing!
My plan was to take a bus from there to the border, Chau Doc, and get a boat from there to Phnom Penh, but unfortunately that was way to expensive, so took the cheaper solution and went back to Saigon for 1 more night. Although the travel and sitting in a bus is easy (but really boring without Ipod, jup lost my earplugs) it wasn’t much fun. Getting off the bus and instantly being attacked by taxi motorbike drivers is kind of normal here. Although this time it was a bit freighting. I was circled, wasn’t able to grab my backpack and put it on my back. The taxi drivers grabbed my bag and tried to get it to their motorbikes. After a while of cursing and pushing the drivers away I got to my bag. A local came up to me and yelled I had to get on some shuttle bus… jumped in and took off. Later a guy on the bus apologized and told me he was afraid of the taxi drivers as well and therefor didn’t help me when I was circled. He fixed me a cheap motorbike taxi at the next stop that brought me to the hostel.
And so from there I took the bus to Phnom Penh the next morning. And as many times said before, it never goes without flaws. AGAIN. This time trouble with money, and ended up not getting my passport back from this really stubborn and mean guy. Eventually after screaming and cursing to each other, a really nice french lady helped me out with dollars and got the passport. Wow that raised my stress level to red… Seriously fed up with the scams and corruption here! Maybe I’ll just leave sooner than my plan, and just go to Indonesia earlier, hiding on the beach and in the water from all that rubbish.
Right now I’m just hanging around in the lobby of the hostel. The rain season has started and so most afternoons are rainy. It’s kind of cozy here though with couches in the lobby and people just chilling out here, so I’m most of the time in good company.

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