Since we had an early bus, we had to get up early to pack away the clothes that we had hung up around our room last night. Most things had dried, I think – or maybe they still have some moisture in them… I’m sure we will smell delightful in a few days!! We had waited to do Jayne’s injection until we could find a safe place to dispose of the needle – fortunately, the pharmacy attached to the guesthouse had a sharps box so I was good to stab her with sharp needles!!! Managed to get everything sorted and we were ready with enough time to eat our slightly stale generic brand cornflakes with Milo chocolate milk.
The mini bus drive to Sihanoukville was easy except for the three irritating Australians sat behind us. Even our headphones and loud music could barely drown out their ridiculous conversation and frustrating travel bragging. It was made even worse by the metre by metre run down of how close they were getting to their hostel only to then be subjected to repeats of ‘where are we going?’, ‘It’s too far away!’ and ‘Oh no, we’ll have to get a TukTuk’ for the last ten minutes of the journey as we drove further away from it. When we arrived, they even refused to get out of the minibus as we weren’t at the bus station. Had to point out that we weren’t on a BUS and that’s why we weren’t at the BUS station. We chucked our bags on our backs and walked quickly away from them and up the hill to our guesthouse. Must have been there for all of two minutes when it began raining – and it wasn’t light rain. It was full-on typhoon type rain, so relentless that with the pounding of raindrops on the roof we could barely hear each other speak! From previous experience, the rain in SE Asia usually stops after a while. However, this was clearly no usual SE Asian rain storm – it went on all afternoon! Just when we thought it was slowing down a bit, it would pick up again with incredible gusto! Even the guesthouse staff seemed surprised at how long it was lasting. Fortunately, the guesthouse has a bar, restaurant, pool table and decent wifi so we were able to entertain ourselves for the rest of the morning and early afternoon. The guesthouse manager was apologetic about the rain but, actually, it suited us fine. There isn’t much to do in Sihanoukville apart from go to the beach or get wasted. We had come so we could see the beach in Cambodia and to visit Narae’s friends vegan cafe (which was closed on Mondays) but we weren’t too disappointed that we couldn’t even get there. We are both tired and could definitely do with taking it slower than we have done in the past.A little bit of google searching and we found a cinema just opposite our guesthouse. I say a cinema but it was a place where you rented a private room full of sofas and a huge screen to watch any film from their collection. It was actually kind of amazing and makes me really tempted to turn our spare room into a cinema when we get home…We choose to watch ‘Mike and Dave need wedding dates’ and ordered a four cheese pizza too, although we declined the offer to make it a ‘happy’ pizza.
The film was funnier than either of us expected and it was a great way to waste away a wet afternoon.
When we left the cinema, the rain had slowed to a light drizzle so we headed to the beach to have a look. The people stood outside each restaurant and bar trying to entice people in as they walked past with special food or drink offers seemed more in keeping with Magaluf than with Cambodia but I guess it is known for being a bit of a party place in the high season.
Back to the guesthouse for a couple of games of pool – Jayne beat me both times. In fact, on the first game, she had managed to pot all her balls and the black before I even got a chance to pot one of mine! An episode of ‘Quantico’ before snuggling down in our bed with comfy mattresses – it must be a southern Cambodia thing.
Monday 10th October 2016
Everyone else thought that someone else on the road trip had written today’s blog. It was only once catching up on blog photos and getting the remaining blogs from Tracey back in Melbourne that we realised the truth. Thus, it is with a great deal of pain and guilt that I am writing this blog a considerable amount of time after Monday the 22nd of August. It is however a fortunate circumstance that nothing happened on that day and there’s not much to remember (or write about).
We left Kings Canyon with Tracey having seen a wild Dingo pass near by the motel rooms. Katherine and I weren’t so fortunate so we had our eyes peeled to the sides of the road on our way back to Alice Springs. The only ‘wild’life we saw were the emus at Erldunda Roadhouse. A family with two kids were entertaining themselves by teasing the birds and we considered frightening the dad the next time he swooped in to pinch an emu. Mum found it hilarious but we left without scaring dad or kids.
Back at Alice Springs we didn’t have a trip to a kangaroo sanctuary planned, so we had to console ourselves with other plans for the evening. Firstly though, Tracey returned the car to the airport and found out we had done almost 3,000kms in the 10days driving. Well worth every kilometre. Secondly, we were all in desperate need of a few clean clothes. Well, a lot of clean clothes.
So, after a few hours of chores and time spent reconnecting with the social network world we had… Pizza! 2x bottles of wine (for the 2 Ninjas), Dominoes (pizzas and cheesy garlic breads) and we were unwinding from days of driving, sore asses and not being able to hear each other (me) when in the car. Plus, we got to listen to and mock the trivialities of modern youths on the opposite table and watch one gentleman take 2hours, seriously no joke, to take chicken off a roast chicken and serve it, what for the drum roll, spaghetti and salad. It was painful watching him.
So, went to bed. But, no day or evening is truly complete without being an idiot. When I thought Tracey was returning to the room, I jumped out from behind the wall in the room to try and surprise her. Except it wasn’t her. It was our new Asian roommate. She totally grassed me out for scaring her, Katherine was in hysterics, I was mortified, Tracey wasn’t letting me live it down, but the poor girl I frightened said it was ok coz’ I was cute. So, I went to bed all embarrassed and blushing.
Monday 22nd August 2016
A lovely lazy morning. Not sure either of us slept very well after being used to sleeping alone for the past three weeks – obviously both used to more room in the bed, we kept bumping into each other! Took our time getting up, washed and dressed before settling down on the sofa to watch TV. Jayne couldn’t believe how many adverts for selling products there were on ‘The Morning Show’ and I got to point out that they are the same adverts, clearly filmed on a Monday, that are broadcast all week long. Attempted to talk to Jayne about the upcoming weeks, trying to get some input into what we are going to do and if there was anything she felt I had missed in my planning. However, clearly jet lag was kicking in and it was similar to talking to a brick wall… Decided to cut my losses and started on the laundry that she had very kindly brought all the way across the world for me!!! Made us some noddles and cheese sandwiches for lunch as we both vegetated in front of the TV whilst I pottered around doing little jobs every now and again. Tracey’s parents came and collected us at 3.30pm and drove us to the train station to meet Tracey to catch our train down to Melbourne. Thankfully, we had unreserved seating so we were in a relatively quiet carriage which meant we had the four seats to ourselves. Sat chatting for the entire journey, looking out the window for kangaroos and basically laughing at Jayne every time she took a ‘power nap’ (if you can call it that when she practically passed out every so often!). Even though Jayne was in a semi-comatose state, we were still able to get some witty banter going between the three of us, so much so that as we got off the train, the lady opposite us said we had made her night cause we were so funny. She also told me that she absolutely loved my British accent and could have listened to it all night, which is a rarity because it is normally Jayne’s Irish accent that everyone loves. Once at Southern Cross station, we headed towards the Etihad stadium and found a relatively quiet spot on the bridge, looking out over the dockyards. There was no wind and it was a perfect evening to watch the winter dock lands fireworks. Tracey was right – it was missing some classical music to coincide with the explosions and flashing lights, however it was brilliant! Met up with Ashleigh and her boyfriend afterwards for a quick chat. They had missed the fireworks by minutes as they had gotten on the wrong tram… Said goodbye and headed ourselves to St. Kilda to check into our hotel. Tracey had won a two night stay in a studio at the Tolarno Hotel – complete with champagne and chocolates on arrival – it was perfect! After dumping our stuff and exploring the studio (with balcony) we grabbed our coats and went for a walk down the street. An eclectic mix of homeless people, drug addicts and young professionals, St. Kilda was an interesting place to be on a Friday night. Decided to go to the famous Topalinos restaurant for dinner, sitting by the window so we could watch the world go by. Tracey and I ordered the most delicious pasta dishes, whereas Jayne ordered possibly the biggest pizza ever! Washed it all down with a bottle of wine before stumbling across the road and falling into bed.
Friday 8th July 2016