Monday, December 31, 2012

Vietnam (21/12 - 28/12 2012)

Overview, Afterthoughts and Advice

The fun part's over, now for the tedious part... "documenting" and blogging about our experience in Vietnam. As my dear would say it... a happy problem, not. It's not so much the recounting of our experience there, squeezing my memory juices do take a good deal of brain power, but its the tedious process of sorting out the uploaded photos and plunking them into the "right" places in my posts which really turns me off at times. That said, I'm determined nonetheless to regurgitate my experience not just for the benefit of a random public view which I believe would help, but for us (me and my dear, whom I call my wife now ;p) to remember our days in Vietnam as well.

Visiting Vietnam this year was for our pre-honeymoon, because we wanted to travel overseas, some place not too expensive, and not too underdeveloped. The reason it's just a "pre-honeymoon" because we wanted to save up for our Europe trip next year. After our trip to Cambodia, both of us were rather dreadful of 3rd world countries... primarily due to the sanitation and convenience of the latrines. This was especially bad for long coach rides where you would have to hold your "business" in for a good 2-3 hours at times. 

However, it would seem that for the day trips in Vietnam, it wasn't that bad, just a good 1.5hrs before the next toilet stop, or how the Vietnamese would say it Ve Sinh. The translation of the word toilet was the first word I learnt in Vietnamese, where we had the chance to learn from Tina, a hotel staff we met on our first day at our first accommodation stop, the Holiday Gold Hotel. I'll leave the reviewing of the accommodations to my later posts, and it was at that very place we also learnt other words such as Beef, Pork, Chicken and Fish. 

Met up with a couple of my friends (who had been to Vietnam) a few days before our trip and they advised to pick up a few words in Vietnamese, especially of food because language would be a problem. That, we did, but didn't quite come in handy cos of the way we pronounced the words. 

I don't know where to start, so I'll just jump straight to categorising the main pointers for a trip to Vietnam, just like how they do it in the traveller guide books. 


Language

Language is definitely a problem in Vietnam. Unlike in Cambodia, on the contrary, even though it's more developed, most Vietnamese can't speak English. Even if they did, their conversational English was difficult to catch at times. The locals who were better in communicating in English would be the tour guides, who would tag along for day trips (eg. Perfume Pagoda, Tam Coc) or the guides on board the junk ships at Halong Bay (I would think so in general cos' we only went for 1 cruise ship on Halong Bay, Victory Star). 

Stall owners/assistants generally could only speak 2-10 English words tops, with the exception of those working in souvenir shops who had a broader knowledge of the English language. Ie. to say, if you come across a stall where the assistants/owners were able to converse to you in English, it would be a touristy stall, those kinda stalls you would ironically wanna stay away from when visiting another country. 

As brought up by Fung (one of our guides on Victory Star Cruise), there are 5 sounds for the Vietnamese language, 1 sound more than Chinese. So that means for example, the famous food of Vietnam, the beef noodles or Pho (noodles) Bo (Beef) might mean "Street Beef" or "Prostitute Beef" when pronounced incorrectly. 

To mean noodles, you can pronounce "Pho" as "Fur" (even though online it's taught as "Fuh") and "Bo" as "Ball". For chicken, it's "Ga", pronounced like Lady "GaGa"; for fish, it's "Ca", pronounced like "Car"; for pork, it's "Lon", pronounced like "Learn". As for toilet, "Ve Sinh" is pronounced literally as you would think it would pronounce. And you might come across the word "Pate", pronounced as "Pa Teh" in a food menu, meaning "liver". 

There's actually also more than 1 way to say toilet in Vietnamese, the other 2 ways are "WC" and "William C (Cow?)... something" which I never really did manage to decipher, which sounded like a guy's name. Abbreviated as WC. It's probably a lingo over there, as taught by Tina but we decided to use Ve Sinh instead. 

"Cam On", or pronounced as "Gan En" in Chinese for gratitude, means "Thank you". These 2 words are actually pretty powerful considering you're a foreign land, pointing with your 10 fingers trying to communicate and when compromise and understanding has been achieved, these 2 words will change the expression of most locals to a friendlier look, often accompanied with a smile. 

I think that was about all the practically useful Vietnamese words we learnt during our trip there... 


Traffic

If you've heard of how horrendous the traffic is in Vietnam, I would say seeing is believing. If you haven't, then you're in for a crossing of your life. The traffic flow in Vietnam is one of the craziest I've seen, even the worst impression I had of "bad traffic conditions" which I encountered in Bangkok about 10 years ago felt so trivial in comparison to Vietnam. Most, nearly all the traffic lights felt like they were there for "aesthetic reasons". There will never be a single traffic light showing a red light where all the vehicles facing the light will come to a halt, there would always be a few "traffic light breakers" who would just "cruise" past it, they weren't even trying to "beat" it. 

One cannot never cross a road in peace, look left, look right... oh yeah, and that was a primary mistake we, I made initially. Because it's left hand drive over there (similar to America), I was supposed to be looking right first, then left. And because of that, my heart stopped a few beats during our first hour roaming the streets because everytime we started crossing after checking that the left side was clear, the vehicles on my right were larger than life... 

However, as we're all familiar with the saying that you've to be thrown into the fire to learn, our road crossing skill level upgraded from 2 to 8 (10 being the max) within that first hour. In the days to come, our level increased to the zen level of 10. 

There's added "zenness" to the level because the constant honking of the vehicles never stops. For vehicles to stop honking is like asking the locals to stop breathing. It's the culture of most countries actually, where honking is a means of notifying other vehicles on the road that you're coming through, not like a "SIAM AH!" in Singapore where honks are rare and would always attract stares. In Vietnam, even if you were to honk like a god-zillion times before passing a slow moving vehicle, neither drivers would even bother to look at each other after passing.

The 2 guide books I borrowed from our local libraries did not leave the mention of the traffic out, it almost feels like bad traffic conditions is part of the culture of Vietnam, if you haven't crossed a road in Vietnam by yourself, you haven't experienced Vietnam... But the books advised pedestrians to cross at junctions because vehicles tend to slow down at junctions. 

However, this, I found to be one of the worst ways to cross the roads over there. Actually, on the contrary, not crossing at junctions is the best way to stay safe. Before I forget, another of our day trip guide to Tam Coc, Tony told us that there were 6 million people in Hanoi, and 4 million owns bikes. With that stats alone, you'll probably get a better picture of how insane the consistent flow of bikes is over there. 

But think of them like water, and you're like a slow moving rock crossing a river. The motorcyclists would always know how to manoeuvre around you in the tightest possible space given, so don't panic because they generally have very good spatial awareness.

So what's my advice to cross roads over there? 

1. Cross at the middle of roads whenever possible because at junctions, vehicles come from all directions. At the middles of roads, you know they only come from 2 sides, left and right. There are only a few roads where the traffic is one way, usually the bigger roads, but still, look left and right all the time. 

The key is to cross slowly, and steadily. However, don't assume that the motorists will definitely go around you, use your common sense, assess the conditions, muster your courage and cross the roads.

2. If fearful, stick close to the locals, and follow them. Watch how they do it, then imitate them. Most of the time, the locals are just bo chup. They cross without any regards for their lives. While you might be tempted to do so, hold back your complacency because I've seen 2 minor accidents there. You'll still wanna stay safe and keep yourself on top form to enjoy the rest of your holiday. 

Generally, the vehicles are not that fast moving so as long as you cross steadily, they are given enough reaction time to siam you. 

3. Wait for a stream of motorcyclists before crossing. I avoid crossing when bigger vehicles (such as cars and vans) are approaching. Unlike the roads in Singapore, the kings of the roads are the bigger vehicles. There are only a few streets (especially those in the French Quarter since it's a more Atas [high-class] region of Hanoi) where there's a higher frequency of bigger vehicles. In those scenarios, you're not left with much of an option, but to stay really close to passing vehicle and quickly move within the "gaps" in the traffic.

4. If all else fails, get a Cyclo! A reverse Trishaw where the cyclists would be at the back (actually made more sense) and the passengers will get the "best seats" in the house, with a front view. Ok, I'm actually not serious about the getting the Cyclo part. Cyclos are much more expensive than taking Taxis (only take those that go by meter for the cabs, duh, just like any other countries to avoid being ripped off), deservingly so cos of the hard work and the "better view" but it's a great experience and a great way to travel along the streets of Hanoi. 

However, if you can't, or don't have the balls to cross the roads there, you're better off just staying in your hotel room to grow mushrooms. There's going to be lots of walking, most of the attractions are actually within short walking distances and taking a taxi wherever you go would be an utter waste of $$$. So keep crossing the roads till you get the hang of it. Cos' once you do, once you reach zenness 10, you're sure to heighten your experience at Hanoi going around by foot.


Food

One of the biggest worry I have before setting foot in Hanoi was the food. Frankly, I don't like the Vietnamese food they serve here in Singapore. Are they authentic? After being in Vietnam, I would say, you do get to experience the taste of the foods in Vietnam, but mostly those "generic" tastes from more established restaurant chains. As for the roadside stalls, the really authentic taste of Vietnam, they taste way nicer than you would imagine. 

True, there's lotsa raw vegetables, and mostly those which have strong tastes such as parsley and those under the same category, but the tenderness of the meats are worth enduring the taste of parsley in your mouth. We could have the stall holders not put the raw veges in, but it would either "insult" their food, and even if we wanted to, we weren't able to communicate it to them. 

Beef and Pork is in abundance there, as for Chicken and Fish, they tend to be less available, and less savoury. So unless you can't live without chicken or fish, just stick to eating beef and pork. The Pate there was also very delicious, a little salty, but it was like minced meat, and didn't taste anything like mashed up liver. 

The famous Vietnamese Spring Roll was disappointing. The translucent rice wrappers were smooth but didn't have the chewyness. Because they break off so cleanly with every bite and that there wasn't much taste to them, they added no "value" to the taste experience. And most of the spring rolls wrapped parsley in them, all I could taste were the overwhelming taste of the parsley... There were also other versions (ingredients) of the spring rolls but none impressed my taste buds.

However, the fried spring rolls were on the opposite side of the spectrum. They were like "Nyo Hiangs", and tasted better than most Nyo Hiangs you would normally get at a "5 Spices, Wu Xiang" stall in Singapore. 

There were of course many other foods we tried there, which I will include in my posts, so for now, to sum it up, the food in Vietnam would satisfy most Asians' tastebuds but if you're not a beef noodles fan, you might encounter some difficulty finding meals which will fill your stomachs just right. 

One important food I left out is the desserts there. Surprisingly, the desserts, in particular, the Cheesecakes were one of the best I've eaten. There had a stronger cheese taste than the cheesecakes in Singapore, and were more "solid".


Cost (Currency & Tips)

The cost foods along the roadside stalls range from 20,000 dong - 90,000 dong. The exchange rate, at the time of writing is 20,000 dong - 1 USD. At least that's the "standard" exchange rate throughout Hanoi. What we did was that we changed USD before setting foot in Hanoi. The Holiday Hotels, Holiday Gold Hotel had a pretty decent exchange rate (not sure if they were official/legal) but the exchange rate was 20,800 dong to 1 USD. This rate was actually better than most banks, we also changed at 2 banks which ranged from 20,700-2,780 dong to 1 USD. Surprisingly, the best rates we had were on Victory Star Cruise, 20,100 dong to 1 USD.

To avoid "losing" the few cents with every transaction we made, we paid almost everything in dong. Hence, I would advise that you change your USD to dong (in intervals) at a local bank/hotel. Having leftover dongs isn't advisable, because they don't have much value over USD and you can't use it anywhere else, so only change what you need. 

We found it cheaper and more convenient to book our day trips in Hanoi, through our hotel, as opposed to booking them online. For the highly acclaimed water puppets show, we also booked the tickets via our hotel and were able to get them without much advanced notice. So fret not, if you're a contingency person, you can be almost certain that you'll be able to get day trips/performance tickets with a good 2-3 days advanced notice. If you settle for a good hotel, you won't also have to worry about being ripped off and handing them extra commission. 

One hidden cost of the trip is the "compulsory" tips. The boat rides (to Perfume Pagoda and Tam Coc) requires compulsory tips, where the rowers would demand that you "tip" them. For that, I'm not too sure if the tour company even paid the rowers but they would become pretty aggressive in asking for $$$. The standard rate for tips, yup, don't know why there's even a standard rate for such things, is 20,000 dong, or 1 USD. So based on the exchange rate above, I usually give my tips in dong. 

It would seem the locals know they're ripping you off with the exchange rate when you pay with USD instead of dong, because they don't seem to show a pissed-off face when you pay them in USD, but when you say 20,000 dong is 1 USD and you pay or tip them in dong, they show the pissed-off face. What the?! 

There were also voluntary tips, which were rather pressurising, but we did give tips to good service on 2 occasions. If given the "chance" to tip, it would total a good 7 occasions, which if we were to all give tips, we would have spent a fair bit of our cash purely on tips. 


Souvenirs & Sightseeing (Brief History)

Vietnam has some really unique, but rather costly souvenirs. The Vietnamese are very good with their hands, good craftsmen I mean, and they specialize in weaving pictures (especially those of the rear views of Vietnamese women with their cone-shaped straw hats). There's also a large variety of souvenirs made from sea shells, from tissue boxes to pencil holders, to ship figurines. Antistatic(?) combs made from bull horns were in abundance, and most had intricate carvings on them. 

According to Sunny, one of our guides from Victory Star, there are 4 main animals in Vietnamese culture, the Dragon (represents power), the Phoenix (represents beauty), the unicorn (represents intelligence) and the Turtle (represents longevity). Find the odd one out... bingo! The turtle! The rest are folklore, only the turtle exists. And legend has it that one of the great turtles contributed to the history of Vietnam by coming out from Hoan Kiem Lake (the main region of Hanoi) and passing a sword to an emperor during one of the eras to defend the country from its enemies. 

2 of the animals are very commonly engraved on souvenirs, such as the Turtle and the Dragon, however, I don't recall seeing any Phoenixes and I'm almost 100% sure I didn't see any Unicorn represented in any of the souvenirs. I can only infer that folklore is folklore after all, whatever sells is belief... and demand... 

There's also 2 iconic flags that we saw wherever we went. One of which was the Vietnam country flag, the other was this 4-colored square flag which represented different elements.

Vietnam is actually a pretty artsy place, there are quite a handful of art galleries situated all around Hanoi city, probably catered to the French people over there as the country was once colonized by the French between 1885-1945, after which Uncle Ho (that's how the locals called their great leader, Ho Chi Minh) freed it from the French's rule and asserted Vietnam's national independence. 

Therefore in the main regions of Hanoi City, the city is divided in the Old French Quarter and and The French Quarter. The Old French Quarter is "messier" and more bustling, while the French Quarter presents a classier and feels like a more expensive place to live in. The hosts at the restaurants in the French Quarter also had a broader range of conversational English. 

Expect 30-40% French culture prevalent in Vietnam still, especially the buildings, a majority of them being influenced by French architecture. The housing and other buildings of Vietnam are most 2 storeys high, narrow/thin shaped blocks, characteristic of the country.

There's also a great deal of grown Bonsai (about half the size of an average adult) landscaped with the different attractions of Vietnam. They were like flower pots in Singapore, and I guess the locals were thinking, instead of a mini sized flower pot, since there's enough space there, why not have an average sized one, grow Bonsai in them since the temperature allows it and instead of the usual Bonsai potted plants, let's decorate them with figurines and landscape them like an attraction in Vietnam!


Time & Weather

The time in Vietnam is 1 hour behind Singapore's time. So if it's 8am in Singapore, it's only 7am in Vietnam. Since we went during December, it was winter time. Checking online for the average temperature, it was about 18 degrees. Thinking that that was around air-con temperature, we went there packing light. 

Lo and behold, you're probably want to minus a good 2 degrees from the existing temperature because that was how it felt throughout our stay there. When it was 18 degrees, it felt like 16, which could be due to the wind. It wasn't humid and was fairly dry. 

There were 2 particular days which the temperature hit a bottom 13 degrees, which felt like 11, with the chilly winds. Those were the days which we suffered the most. 

So even though Vietnam's near to Cambodia (Cambodia's temperature wasn't that low when we were there last year) and it's in Asia, there's a reason why there's such thing as a season over there... and winter, is called as such because when winter is here, regardless of where you are in the world, expect gloomy and cold. 

The skies turn dark at around 5pm each day, and the sun rises at 6.30am each morning. The temperature ranges from 13-20 degrees and as mentioned, you'll have to minus 2 degrees to the daily temperature. 

It only drizzled twice during our stay there, an on and off slight drizzle at Tam Coc, and a rather consistent one in Hanoi during our last day there (phew!). Other than that, apart from gloomy skies and misty surroundings (especially so for Ha Long Bay), there wasn't much precipitation.


Sanitation

There's rarely bins around in the city, and in 90% of the stalls, patrons could just throw litter onto the floor... there were used tissue papers, wooden chop sticks, "guay zi" shells etc all over your feet when you step into a roadside stall. The stallholders would sweep the rubbish to the side of the road in a pile and the waste cleaners (Urenco, I would think Singapore's equivalent of Sembwaste) would further sweep them up at night. 

My dear was totally disgusted with the sanitation and the sea of tissue papers we had to walk in most of the time, but personally, working with the budget they have, I thought it was a rather efficient way to clean the streets up. Every stallholder played their part by sweeping the rubbish to the side of the road and once the cleaners came, they could easily gather all the rubbish and dump them into the waste bins. 

Even though badly littered, there were only molehills of rubbish along the streets, not mountains. With the exception of a roof we caught a glimpse of during our last day in Hanoi at the Women's Museum, which was lined with rows of rubbish... how they were to be cleared remains a mystery to us. 

As for the toilets, there was a particular toilet at a restaurant at Perfume Pagoda which we had to flush manually from a common porcelain receptacle (reminded me of this huge vase-like tub I bathed in when I was very young). The cubicles were surprisingly clean (not comparing to Singapore's standards). 

I don't even remember entering a dirtier toilet than Singapore's coffee shop toilets. Generally, the toilets there were better than I had imagined (I thought I had to relive Cambodia's toilets). I think part of the reason goes to the consideration of the locals. 

However, I didn't like the cubicle doors because they were translucent. While it wasn't possible to see the person in it, one could see the outline of the person and the color of the clothes he's wearing, somewhat like a frosted door. This lack of privacy made me uneasy when I had to do big business on 2 occasions. 

The tap water is not suitable for drinking, but is relatively safe for brushing your teeth and bathing in.

One main complain I have is about paying for the toilets there. Collection is usually after, and the collection counter/box is ALWAYS well hidden. There's no mention about having to pay for the toilets and we found out we had to do so only after using them, with the cleaner pointing to us the rates, sometimes, they even "made up their own rates".

We had to pay for most of the public toilets at the main attractions, usually for 2,000-2,500 dong (about 10 cents USD). Note the zeros. Because of all the zeros, it confused me a little at the start and I think I was ripped off at a public toilet, paying close a US dollar for both of us to use the toilet. Till today, I'm still super pissed off about the incident...


Safety

It felt pretty safe in Vietnam, and while the street scams were in-your-face in Cambodia, Vietnam's "scams" were more subtle. You would normally not realised you've been scammed only after the incident happened... most of the time it's just about ripping that extra cash from your purchases.

Not many Ah Beng or Ah Lians over there, and the few groups we came across were just minding their own business... one of the reasons could be because I look like a Vietnamese, which many of the locals claim.

As for physical safety, the walking pavements are not well-paved and wearing shoes is recommended. It also gives your feet an added protection when crossing the streaming roads. Wearing shoes also help keep dirty tissue papers at bay, well at least they don't come into direct contact with your skin.

Ate quite a lot of roadside stalls and it seems my stomach was able to withstand it. Did also drink a handful of iced drinks and all was well. So in terms of the food hygiene, I think it's relatively safe to try out the "authentic" local dishes.


Culture & Art (Appreciating Vietnam)

Much of Vietnamese culture is art. One can see why this is so from the ingeniously intricate souvenirs handmade by the locals. And since the locals grew up in an environment strongly influenced by folklore and legends, there's a lot of "hidden beauties in life" one can find over there. 

Which resulted in us creating a new term, Stone-gazing. Just like Stargazing, with patience and given a good amount of time and imagination, one can see figures, even make out stories by simply looking at the stones there. 

Actually, even before Sunny brought us to Surprise Cave (in Halong Bay) which struck me to come up with the term, I already noticed that there were a lot of stone structures which looked like animals either for sale or on display at the attractions. I even chanced upon several roadside "hidden beauties" which I don't normally see in Singapore. 

The funny thing is that I wasn't intentionally "looking" for them but somehow managed to "find" them. It almost felt as if due to the strong influence of folklore legends and stories, nature itself took on a lifeform of its own to recreate familiar figures of animals in Vietnam, in Hanoi. As absurd or incredible (it's how you see it) as it sounds, I believe there's some truth behind it. There's too much of a coincidence that my encounters were purely stacked up fluke chances.

As I was viewing my photos, all that happened before our trip to Halong Bay, the Surprise Cave.

In summary, the scenery and attractions in Vietnam weren't that eye-opening as compared to Cambodia. Cambodia felt like a more "authentic" place to visit, while Vietnam was more touristy. On the other hand, if what I had hypothesized about the hidden beauties is true, then Vietnam ranks as one of the top countries to visit because under the guise of civilisation, nature're beauty has manifested into the seemingly mediocre everyday life of humans... creating an invisible element of wonder which can only be explained by the unexplainable.


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Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Day 10 (1/12) - Siem Reap (Old Market)

When we arrived at Siem Reap, there was a designated Tuk Tuk driver despatched from MotherHome Guest House to bring us back to our accom. The Tuk Tuk driver was very friendly and efficient... helping us with our luggage and bringing us out of the "war" zone hastily.



You see, everytime a local transport brings you to some place, there is bound to have a horde of Tuk Tuk drivers waiting at the end point, hounding you the minute you step out. We were immediately "rescued" by the guy in sky blue polo-tee, MotherHome's very own superhero attire. 

The staff at MotherHome greeted us with a cold towel and with great hospitality. When we thought it was all over when we went to our room... wa lah! They had specially decorated our bed with towel cranes, jasmine flowers and rose petals. It was as if we were on our honeymoon! The little surprise won many brownie points from me and the tray of complimentary fruits, with the transparent price list of the local tours and shows set on the dressing table is what every tourist hopes for on their holiday! Honesty and hospitality! We were even given a cup of complimentary fruit juice nicely decorated with an orchid!






Before you think that they paid me to say all these nice things about them, I only wish it was true. Cos either way, whether they pay me or not, I would still sing praises of it. By the way, if you haven't already noticed, I have posted photos of the prices for the benefit of the patient reader who has tahaned reading my blog thus far. Disclaimer though, the prices are as of Nov-Dec 2011 and may vary in years to come.









We had our breakfast over there, buffet style, with milk, cereals, porridge, bread, fried rice, mee, you know, the usual happy breakfast type. Spoke to the friendly staff over there who taught us how to say the numbers 1-10 and a few other common words in Cambodian (all of which I left in Cambodia). We taught them a little Mandarin as well. 

We didn't have much time to hang around in Siem Reap so we quickly headed over to the Old Market, and wondered around aimlessly (don't worry, there's lotsa of Tuk Tuk drivers waiting to get your business). 



It was during that time that we went on a massive shopping spree, a productive one I may add. Oh, before I forget, we also paid for a Khmer massage session at MotherHome but I can't recall which came first... the shopping spree or the massage... *irrelevant* 

We walked out of the main area of Old Market and crossed a bridge built over what seemed like a lake. It isn't too far away from the main area, but you'll have to get your bearings right. Anyways, after crossing the bridge, that's where the good stuff were. You can almost find all of the best Cambodian souvenirs at this cluster of stalls which are lined in a square, think of the place like bugis street shaped in a square, and being more spacious. I think that place is a "hidden gem" because there weren't a lot of tourists there, and the good thing about it is that the shop owners are desperate to make some business so you can really bargain your way to have the best deals, provided you know what the "market rate" is. 


The Tuk Tuk driver which we engaged to send us back to the hotel wanted to get our business so bad that he lowered his price, below market rate for us when he realised we wanted to get to the airport that day. So when we went back to the hotel, we told the receptionist that we would not be taking their Tuk Tuk (who actually left us at Old Market and advised us to take our own Tuk Tuk back as it was difficult to coordinate, no fault of his though as it's true cos we had no idea where we would be walking to).


However, when our Tuk Tuk driver sent us to the airport, lo and behold, he dropped us at the entrance as he wanted to save on the entrance fee! As a result we had to walk a good 200-400m into the airport lugging our baggage with us. It seems the agreement was just to send us to the airport, but not "inside the airport". What the ****. Well, now you know. We should have trusted MotherHome's Tuk Tuk driver, which I definitely did regret. The moral of the story is, when you're at MotherHome, or a guest of MotherHome, you can let your defences down and trust them. 











That wasn't the only bad experience before leaving for Siem Reap back to Singapore... for on the plane, I starting feeling unwell... went back to Singapore, had food poisoning and recovered only a week after. 

Despite the bad experiences I encountered over there, and a high possibility that I will never step foot back in Cambodia, it wasn't actually such a bad trip there. Cambodia pissed me off with all the "cheating" and the dishonesty of the locals, sanitation and the food hygiene. However, it also exposed me to the delicious cuisines (ironic based on my previous statement) and opened my eyes to the floating villages, finally awing me with the beauty of the country, the temple structures and the gorgeous beach of Saracen Bay.

If I were to compare which weighs more, the pros or the cons, I would with a little hesitation, say that Cambodia is worth going on a Holiday to. Just be prepared, and with a little luck, you might find Cambodia to be more beautiful than it already is. 

Day 9 (30/11) - Sihanoukville (Serendipity Beach)

We had a little problem on Day 9 because our coach ride back to Siem Reap was late at night. However, our check-out timing was 2pm, and according to the staff, we had to pay close to a full day's price if we wanted to check out later. Which of course, after some cow sense calculation & reasoning, we decided to find an alternative hotel to just bunk in and take a shower before we took the overnight coach.













































In theory, we could hang around at the poolside till evening time, which was open to guests, and since we were guest-ed, we were entitled to do so. However, we wanted a hot shower before torturing ourselves for yet another dreadful coach ride. 

Thankfully, we were able to have ourselves a nice decent lunch before checking out. We walked a few shops down, where the Golden Lion Roundabout was, and settled for the Indian Restaurant, or perhaps cafe would be more appropriate, by the name of Alam Sin-ville. Even though we were the only customers, the food actually tasted home-madily delicious. I can't even remember the name of the dishes we ordered, but from the looks of it in the photo, it was probably Masala Chicken and Pita? The reddish curry dish was spicy, yet saliva inducing. Made some small talk with the owner and realised he came from India with his brother to set up the restaurant over at Sihanoukville.



































After the meal, my dear wasn't feeling that well still, so she chilled out at the poolside of Reef Resort while I went around the town, looking for a cheap hotel where we could just bunk in for a few hours to wash up before taking the overnight coach ride back to Siem Reap... one which had electricity. The hotel beside us, The Big Easy, was cheap, but the electricity went dead and has been that way for the past 2 nights. 

















We finally found a decent hotel along the stretch leading to Ochheuteal Beach, Koh Meas II Guesthouse. It wasn't the best, nor the worst, and fit our criteria of a decent hotel even though we only wanted to bunk in for a few more hours - by decent I mean the provision of electricity and warm water for bathing. When we first checked in, the water was cold, and the owner/receptionist told us that the water will be warm at night. When night came, the electricity was still down and the water was still cold! However, it seems that there was a switch to turn the electricity back on and the water to be warm, which they conveniently "forgot" to tell us. 

However, since it wasn't too big a deal as we didn't have to stay the night over there, the bad experience was quickly "forgotten", and forgiven. 

We spend the entire day relaxing on Ochheuteal/Otres Beach. We bought and brought a couple of picnic mats which we laid on the beach, even though the location was that prime. Reason being because the entire beach was lined with Pubs and they somehow unofficially claimed the shoreline as their own, by putting up their own tables and chairs.

There's also an open area in the middle of Ochheuteal/Otres Beach where the Dolphins statue is, where they would sell some nice souvenirs at really good prices. That was where we bought a seashell wind-chime, which is still cosily wrapped up in newspapers in my box containing items for our future house.





































































Witnessing yet another sunset that day, I can only vouch for the gorgeousness of Sihanoukville's sunsets (even though I've only seen 2). It was different than 2 days before, but almost as beautiful when the big ball of fire lowers itself into the horizon. Every moment we looked at it, it seemed to keep morphing into a different feel and visual stunner. The sun never looked that gorgeous here in Singapore. 

It was that day, that night which we also met a friendly tourist who struck a conversation with us... randomly, about asking what's nice to eat around (I think?). He asked if we wanted to hang out with him the next day, which I was initially defensive about. But explained to him that we were going back to Siem Reap that night. We later got to know each other better and he was a German Doctor, if my memory still serves me well... Forgot his name though. Nice guy, nice tourists in Cambodia, with not so nice locals.

Though the overnight sleeper coach ride was quite cramped, the seats were fairly cosy. We got on the coach and I recalled waking up a few stops for toilet breaks in the middle of nowhere. But not before long, we were on our way back to Siem Reap... 

Day 8 (29/11) - Koh Rong Salem (Ko Tas Island, Saracen Bay)

The breakfast at Reef Resort was certainly one of the best. We could choose from several options, toast was common, I had bacon and double-yolked sunny side up and my dear had scrambled eggs with ham.




The package that we signed up with Reef Resort to spend a day at Saracen Bay (first protected beach in Cambodia) included a 2-way Tuk Tuk transport to Victory Beach where our ferry departed. There was a statue of a cow 3/4 submerged in the waters and lotsa naked local boys chilling around. You won't miss recognising the beach because of its distinct Cambodian lantern-like lamp posts lining the concrete pavement leading out to sea. (It's actually called the Russian Jetty)













The ferry we took was by Sun-Tours and the 3-deck open concept transport put a smile on our faces. We knew almost instantly that we were gonna have a good time out at sea. There were many, almost 90% of the tourists on board were all Caucasians - which meant, they were "siao onz" and really knew how to chill.























Before letting us off at Saracen Bay, we stopped midway where everyone could snorkel. My dear and I couldn't really get used to it initially, because we gung ho-ly jumped into the sea without a life vest like the others but realised it was too tiring swimming against the current... at the same time taking note to breathe through our mouths. It wasn't our first time snorkelling, but we were not pros at it. 

After much wave-battling, we decided it was alright to look noobish with our life jackets on. Unfortunately, by the time we got comfortable, we were called back onboard to proceed on to our next destination. I don't recall seeing that many fishes while snorkelling, we got pretty close to the rocks near the island-line (or whatever you call it) but the most enjoyable part was actually swimming around with my dear in the open sea. 

Saracen Bay wasn't too far away, but the upper deck was on "fire". During our entire boat ride, we were on the upper decks because there wasn't much space around in the lower levels. And with a few pathetic mini tentages, there was no way one could keep out of the burning sun. 

As the boat couldn't dock too close to the shore, we could either take a boat to the island, or swim a good 400m to get there, survivor style. And guess which we chose?

For a miillliiioonnn ... nope there's no money to be won but the experience of swimming over to a desolate island was well worth it. 

When everyone successfully reached isolation, it wasn't before long that the guides took us on a river walk. That "river walk" was in fact a mangrove walk, and it's whatever you think a mangrove walk would be. Muddy sandbed, greenish algae-filled waters with God-knows-what's-lurking underneath, occasional "ouchs", "be careful", "WHAT'S THAT?!" live commentary from the tourists, and lotsa rubbish trapped within the vicinity. There wasn't a foul smell or anything, but seeing how dirty the waters were, and that your whole body was partially submerged in waters with poor visibility of what's lurking below, was truly a daunting experience. The highest the water level reached was slightly below the collar bone... and I'm about 1.73m tall... picture that...

The guides sought our help to clear rubbish during our river-walk/tour and it was a fantastic way to engage us free labor to do so... and everyone was surprisingly enthusiastic in reaching out to grab rubbish despite following a "safe" route the guides had paved for us. 


























































It took us around 40mins, to and back the same way, and though we didn't see much, the experience of walking barefooted (we should have brought our slippers along, which we left behind on the boat) and doing good by litter-picking at a foreign place was... ahem* worth it. 

We went back to the main beach with its crystal clear waters, a sight totally opposite from the brackish waters we had to endure during the river walk. It was like we were in paradise! 



























We then proceeded to the next item on the itinerary, a tropical rain-forest walk. (darn, we should have brought our slippers along!) It was a pokey walk and there were piles of animal shit around, which probably belonged to wild boars or something... The rain-forest walk was nothing extraordinary and would prolly appeal more to Caucasians than Asians. All I remembered was being live-bait for blood-thirsty Cambodian mosquitoes and the highlight of one of the tourist climbing up some hardy vines (reminded me of the vines Bear Grylls normally uses to either abseil down a rocky cliff or swing from one cliff to another in his Survivor series, Man Vs Wild) like Tarzan.
















We were given about 30 mins R&R (nothing too recreational but lotsa relaxing) at the main beach before heading back. On the way back, we decided to explore the lower decks, where there was a mini bar that gave out 1 free shot of orange-juiced hard-ass liquor to each passenger on board. It was so "toxic" I passed it to a random guy sitting beside me, whom I got to know came from Holland and passed my dear's shot to him as well. *Hats off* to him who just simply downed our shots. I'm a fan of hard liquor, but somehow, the seemingly "cheap" mix we got had so much burning alcohol in it I would shrivel like Spongebob Squarepants if I gulped everything down... 

When we got back to Sihanoukville, we decided to settle for a Japanese restaurant (by the name of Happa) close to our Resort. The expensive Japanese rice and Agadeshi Tofu didn't taste very authentic to me. Still, at least it was a nostalgic cuisine. 

We went back to our Resort for an early rest, all exhausted and "fried" from the day's tour. The day-tour to Saracen Bay was without question the most enjoyable and memorable day during our trip in Cambodia.