Cambodia: Kampot to Phnom Penh

I wake up early after a pretty lame sleep. I don’t sleep solidly for more than two hours at a time which isn’t really fun. It’s time for us to leave Kampot. It’s been a time but there’s so much more to see in Cambodia! Something about Naga House makes people want to stay longer; we aren’t the only ones who’ve extended their stay by a couple nights. Some people have been here over a week! We’ve got to escape today or we might never leave this riverside hostel.

I go down to reception and book Tamara and I both a bus up to Phnom Penh, the capital of Cambodia. I take one last dip in the river, order some breakfast, and say goodbye to Ilpo as he sets out to hitch hike his way to Sianouhkville. Sigrid joins me for some early morning food as well, then we head out on our scooter in an attempt to find the cheap fruit market. We fail miserably and can’t remember where it is, but we do find and stop at the used book store. I’m in need of a new book after finishing mine and giving it to Romain.
I don’t find anything that speaks to me, and decide to wait for something better in Phnom Penh.

When we get back Tamara is awake and I let her know about our tickets to Phnom Penh. We had meant to book them yesterday but got caught up being too lazy and playing Kampotopoly.
We’ve got a couple more hours to kill before we need to pack, as our bus doesn’t leave until 1pm. We spend most of the morning chatting and looking at a map of Cambodia, trying to figure out if we can meet up with Devin or Sigrid again along the way, but I’m sure we will.

I really hate goodbyes, but when it’s time to leave I hug Devin and Sigrid and wish them well. We hop in a tuk tuk that takes us directly to our mini van and we start the three hour drive to Phnom Penh. Tamara fills me in on the rest of the night that I missed when I was sick, but it doesn’t sound like I missed too much at all. Phew. FOMO avoided.

We meet an Australian girl when we’re getting off the bus in the capital city. We share a tuk tuk with her down to the river where all the hostels are located. She has booked into a $5 dorm room, but Tamara and I are craving a bit of our own space and have heard there are private rooms at another hostel for $6. The private rooms at this hostel start at $14. We continue on to find cheaper accommodation.
When we get to our recommended $6 accommodation, we are told private rooms start at $8. Argh. I try to make pals, joke around and do some bargaining, and I even mention that a friend stayed here for $6, but the best they offer is $7. Fine.
We are shown to what I assume must be the shittiest room in the entire building. With only one pillow, two fans, and no mirror in the bathroom. We commit to it, but later I figure that paying $8 would have probably gotten us a considerable upgrade. It’s kinda too late now, and like I always say, I can sleep anywhere. On the plus side, the 50 cents we’re saving per night is like a whole 1.5L bottle of water that we can have later!

We head straight up to the rooftop bar where we can have wifi and food. I get a mixed fruit juice that has carrots and pineapples in it, and I am in love. It’s a struggle not to inhale the whole thing in one go. By 6pm, and after a disappointing sleep last night, I am exhausted. Tamara and I go back to our sad little room and take a nap.
By nap I mean we sleep for two hours. The only reason I wake up is because my daily 8pm alarm goes off. God I hope this doesn’t ruin my sleeping pattern for later.

I wish I could put into the words the texture of my arm right now. I have approximately one million small bumps covering my elbow and
stretching midway up my upper-arm. To the naked eye it looks relatively normal, but to the touch I am a lumpy mess. It only itches on occasion and I am perplexed as to what possibly could have caused this. I throw some tiger balm on it and hope for the best.

We sit on the rooftop bar of our hostel until midnight when we decide it’s time to sleep. Tomorrow we have a heavy day of sight seeing and I want to be well rested.

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