Cambodia five

when they tell you that a bus has air con know that it only lasts for the first ten minutes of the trip. the rest of the time you will find your back sticking to the seat and a rancid smell will gradually invade every square millimeter of your nostrils. when they tell you that there will be entertainment provided they are not referring to the loud khmer style music or the five inch zenith playing ku fu movies they are referring to the people that actually use this public transportation. they only charge per seat so many times entire families will sqeeze into a row. kids are constantly popping their little heads up to stare at the funny westerners. it reminds me of that game at the fair where you try and bop the little animal heads when they come out of the hole.

six hour bus ride to battanbong today which ended on a particularly sour note. pouring rain here all day today but that was the least of my worries. apparently my pack was stored under the bus today next to what smells like a mixture of soggy third world nation waste, deceased fish, and the underwear of a homeless man that just ran three games of 5 on 5. i have squeezed lemons all over it, sprayed two bottles of air freshener on it, hand washed it. the smell is the absolute devil of all scents. i cannot tell you how absolutely rank it is. i didnt even eat dinner tonight because i cant get the smell out of my nose and i am deathly afraid that what i eat may taste like it. tomorrow is another day.

by the way, that is a picture of fried insects. roaches in the center and spiders on the left. mmmm. mmmm. the lady offered to pay for my meal, what a sweetheart.