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Hello everybody, I have finally made myself to start a blog. The first thing that went wrong was the storm. My flight was cancelled 5 min before it should have taken off so I waited on the airport for two hours before they told me the the flights couldn't land in Denmarck so I had to call my very sweet dad to pick me up. And we went back to Landvetter 5 am to book me a new ticket. I was kind of nervous that I would have to pay for them again, but I didn't have to luckily.
I arrived 18pm the 29th November in Ho Chi Minh City, a day late so the group was little confused, I think. But I was picked up at the airport. God, I hadn't expected it to be that hot. I just wanted a long shower and put down my things somewhere. But because of the traffic I wasn't at the hotel until 19pm. I met the group at the reception hall. They were going out for dinner but I had no energy after 22 hours flying and travelling. I didn't get any sleep in the airplane and I couldn't go to the toilet because I sat next to the window and the other two beside me were sleeping most of the time. Lucky them. And the movies were terrible. Anyway, after the shower I had no problem falling a sleep even though the time difference. I woke up after an hour when the girl I chared room with came back from the dinner. Her name is Jessica, from Adelaide. She where going home the following day. Some started up in Hanoi and ended in Ho Chi Minh, while others like myself started in Ho Chi Minh and ended in Bangkok. Anyway, I will try to visit Jessica in Adelaide. She seemed to be a very nice person with a lot of energy and joyfulness.
30th November we took the bus to Mekong Delta and jumped on a boat. It would have been really nice if it wasn't for the air. It smelled terrible! I couldn't breath, almost. The others where more used to it, I guess for they nevre made funny faces or complained. And there are garbage everywhere. It's a shame that they don't take care of their environment better. We got to try a lot of candy and some 'happy water' as they called it. Because the workers on the ricefield got pain in their back and when they drink this they feel better and happier. Have to say really it's strong stuff ;) We also did some biking. I saw a man who sat down in the middle of the road so I had to stop. And I saw that his leg were cut of under the knee. But he smiled and seem happy when we passed by and I said hello to him and smiled back. On the evening we went out for dinner and met Peter and Heather who had been in the same group from Hanoi. Peter were such a strange and lovely guy, I wish I could have had more time with him than I had. We were 8 people who went to a JapaneseItalian restaurant. I wasn't hungry, I just ate grapefruit icecream that was deliciouss. And some of Darius pasta, I may admit.
The first December we left Ho Chi Minh City and took the bus to Phnom Penh. Everyone stares at me because of my pale skin and blonde hair. The kids are adorable, they wave and smile (when they not trying to sale me something and then they're no longer so cute because they are so many and if you buy from one you have douzens of them around you). It's kind of heartbreaking. In Phnom Penh we stayed three nights. The air got a little better here, but not much.
2nd December we went to the Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum. The guide who showed us around, I can't remember his name, in the beginning he never had any eyecontact with me but I saw that he had with everyone else in the group. I thought that he must have something against blondes (because I was the only one). But I saw it as a challenge. I thought: even though you're rude talking to everyone except from me, it's not gonna affect me. So I kept listening to what he said about how people were tortured and murdered. After we got to go around and take pictures. It was awful and truely heartbreaking. It felt so real and I had no problem imagine the painful cries and screams from the victims. So much pain in all those pictures and paintings. And on the bus to the Choeng Ek Memorial, the guide finally talked to me. And during rest of the day I felt like he talked mostly to me because he saw how deeply it affected me. And even though I was close to the tears, I mean I walked on teeth and bones from thousends of victims, I felt kind of proud that I had changed his prejudice about blondes.
4-5th December we came to Siem Reap and Angkor Wat. The hotel was so big that I almost got lost. The room was great and the employers here were so nice. Everywhere people smile and there was a nice atmosphere. The temples was very impressive in Angkor Wat but the history wasn't that interesting. And I like history. But I had a lot of energy that wasn't stimulated by walking inside temples and taling photos. I wanted to climb, I wanted to run, to swim or to practise karate. Any kind of activity besides walking. So sometimes I tried (where it was aloud). The monkeys we saw were cute but they wasn't very nice. One chased me and Adrian at one point. In the center of Siem Reap there was one bar and restaurant called Island Bar, that were really nice. I also tried the massage 2 dollars for 30 minutes and the guy was really good with the shoulders and back when he wasn't with my ears. Some days later I was still sore and started to bleed a little behind the ear. But don't worry I'm okay.
The 6th December we spent like 8 hours on the bus. We crossed over to Thailand and arrived in Bangkok at 4pm. The room was great. We got our own except from the doctors Ali and Darius who got to chare the same bed. Interesting. We didn't do much. Strolling around and then went for dinner.
The next day we split up. Evereyone went home except from me and Adrian who went to Europe for some travelling. I went to the embassy in Bangkok for I had missed thelittle thing that when you're land-boarding over to Thailand you can only stay for 15 days. When you're flying you can stay 30 days. So had to get a visa before I could move on to another place. It only took like to 1,5 hours and then I went to the bus station and jumped on the bus to Kanchanaburi.
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