It was mid morning when I had got myself sorted and decided to head off to Kampong Cham.
I only wanted to take one bag (small backpack) for the pair of us, keeping down the overall weight, certainly more possible for me, but we know that “Om” would prefer more then one change of clothes for the journey. So, there was the fairness alongside my change of shorts and two tee shirts, because us guys tend to be smelly if we wear a shirt more than one day, that is usually what are fairer sex companions usually think anyhow, result was now two smallish backpacks on the coffee table, with the kitchen sink on standby if the little 125cc could take the weight. a little bit of reasoning and some reshuffling we managed to get most in one bag, bits of food “her daily nibbles” in-between meals would hang off various parts of the moto with no problems.
Soon we were heading up Route national 1 passing Niroth Pagoda and Borey Peng Huoth away from the city. I shortly pulled into one of those little coffee kiosks my low blood pressure was crying out for strong Cambodian coffee, then back on the moto and a left turn down the side road for the car ferry to cross over the Mekong river, departing from prekpo road, two people and one moto at the cost of one single dollar.
The pleasant ferry crossing over to Lvea Aem beats going up Monavong or riverside towards road 6 and then crossing Cambodia-Japan Friendship Bridge. Over the river seems a better more peaceful relaxed route. “Usually” it is but this time it was not too be, it was holidays and I was to go along 7NG road instead of following the river then over the bridge and onto road 6.
I have up to now never used the 7NG, and it was so busy with day trippers and holiday makers staying at the resorts and eating at many of its roadside food stalls, but especially busy around the area of Jet's Garden Resort. Approaching road 8 now the darkness was falling, with the sky also looking in a very threatening mood. I took this route because I had a meeting with someone toward Kanhchom near Sithor Kandal District.
This evening was exceptionally dark, I tend to be very alert when riding in these conditions, the roads are bad enough with the many ruts and potholes, add a few dogs and other livestock, Khmers were partying in force too, load music in the little communes we passed, then suddenly the heavens opened, I pulled over on the country road, quickly to get our waterproof coats on between the safety of the row of white posts along the roadside, we were not going anywhere in a hurry considering the torrent of the water level on the road was between my ankle and my knee. It was so cold now too, I road until I saw somewhere open to take some shelter, the large tree before just was not very adequate. I could make out between the tree lined road, lights and the rustic wooden pagodas with the grass type roofs, yes, it had the usual sexy girl waitress ready, just about, eager to serve you, it was a welcoming sight, but they had no rice! How many times I have gone to eat and the restaurant has no rice, most of the whole f—king country is rice field after rice field but the place has no rice to eat. Actually, I found the north of the country worse for this “no rice” but only noodles. Luckily the restaurant had some type of half edible soup, and the young lady told us of a new hotel not far from there, this is just what I needed somewhere to now sleep has I was wringing out my tee-shirt, and it’s not the first time in this country the weather as got the best over the Gortex. So heading off to sleep, my meeting will wait until tomorrow.