The boat to Battambang (and pick up truck)

02.02.2017

We woke up real early to go to the boat dock. 6:30 was too early. The woman who picked us up was way late, and then we waited some more for a minivan to take us from the collection point, to the dock. It was craycray.

When we finally left on the actual boat, it must've been 9 a.m. I said goodbye to Jo and then promptly fell asleep on the boat. It was supposed to be scenic, but I just thought it was smelly and dirty. Maybe it was because it was the dry season, who knows?

I snoozed until suddenly we hit the bottom of the river and couldn't go any further. We had to get out and get into some random pickup trucks. All the "young" people scrambled into the back and the driver pointed at me specifically an "old person" and made me get into the cab. Wow, do I really look that fragile? I don't care, I'll take the special treatment. I sat in the front of the truck with yet another knowitall awful old man from France. His girlfriend however, didn't say much, in French or otherwise. I had just about had it with him by the time we got to Battambang.

I found a hostel pretty quickly and my friend who looked like Molly Ringwald showed up at the same place. We ate lunch with another strange person from France and promised to meet for breakfast tomorrow. I went to bed early only to be woken up by some British douchebags at 5 a.m. because they had apparently just arrived and needed to discuss their plans for tomorrow in the dorm room. Ugh.

Boat to Battambang