Klong Hat to Sisophon 106km
Who knew they drove on the right hand side in Cambodia? Well most do. Scooters and bicycles keep coming at me from all directions.
Who knew that on a two lane road, three vehicles can go abreast, coming towards me, and there's still just room for me and Fiona to get past safely, barely?
Who knew that vehicles, buses, trucks, cars, taxis scooters, could go so fast on such narrow bumpy roads?
Who knew that Cambodian's could put so much stuff on or in a vehicle, and the wheels still manage to go around? Cambodia holds the record, so far, for overloaded vehicles. In fact "overloaded" seems to be the norm.
Who knows what the Cambodia money is called, and how many you get for a dollar? I know that my 12000 Thai Barth gave me,1,375,000 Cambodia thingies. I'm a millionaire.
Who knew that my inReach beeps were making my Bangkok friends nervous, as they indicated that I seemed to be heading towards an area in Cambodia known to be a Kymer Rouge hangout? Sorry Derek.
Who knew that the road towards Cambodia, running parallel to the border, would have military check points every kilometer? Who knew that it would be so difficult to find a shop that sells crackers and biscuits, my snacks of choice, here in Cambodia? I'm missing the Thai 7/11 already.
Who knew there were so many yucky parts to a chicken, that could be added to noodles, to call it chicken noodle soup? I'm glad I don't eat pig.
Who knew that crossing an arbitrary line on a map could transform you twenty years into the past? That's what it feels like.
Who knew that the same line would change the attitude of young and old, when it comes to engaging with this lonely, old cyclist from New Zealand? I've had so many "hellos" already.
Who knew that Cambodia drivers rely on the horn more than the brakes?
Who knew that a basket weaver and salesman, who lives on the back of his mobile (scooter) shop with his family, would be the one to warn me about the young men of Cambodia that are hooked on some sort of drug, and apt to try to rob me? Don't go out after dark was his advice.
Who knew there would be so many fewer dogs, and those I saw, so less fierce and aggressive, here in Cambodia? Maybe they're all in the pot, disguised as chicken or pork?
Who knows the difference between a lovely refreshing breeze that cools a cyclist, and an annoying head wind, that makes progress a trial? Recently I reckon I've been lucky to have the former.
Who knew, that after 200 days and just under 12,000km, I'd still be as excited about tomorrow, as I was on day one?