Leaving

I took another bus back to Phnom Penh on my last day in Cambodia. I was pleasantly surprised to find that the bus was a double-decker. I'd never been on one of those before.




I was even more pleasantly surprised to find out how incredibly spacious the inside was. I had room to stretch out my legs entirely.


Then reality set in when the bus pulled into the station in Sihanoukville and we all had to get out and get onto another double-decker bus.


The second bus had as little leg room as the buses I'd been on before, and I had trouble finding my seat because the seat number on my ticket was written so illegibly. Two people had to help me figure it out. The only advantage of this bus was that it had a bathroom, but I didn't have to use it, boooo-urns.

The bus broke down after about four hours and we stood around for a while. Then some of the passengers flagged down a taxi van and were going to make the last half hour of the trip in that. They had room for one more, so I hopped in. It only cost us a buck each.

I still had a couple hours before I needed to be at the airport, so I stopped at some random hole in the wall for a soda. It was not good. All the chairs were facing away from the street, too. I thought that was very strange, but then I saw that there was a tv at the back of the restaurant, but it wasn't on. The old lady of the place thought I was so precious.

At the airport they had one of those suite flatscreens in the check-in area, and I got to watch this movie in which Brittany Murphy learns to be a ramen chef in Japan. Then in Ho Chi Minh I got to watch No Country for Old Men. Then I went home. It was cold. I was pissed.