This photo is from http://www.charliemcrae.com (great blog) I didn’t take a photo of it so just imagine this with walls to make full booths and a seriously narrower aisle. x
Feeling flush we splash out and get a hotel bus with your own private cabin (draw string curtain) and TV (we didn’t even try it) for our journey from Siem Reap to Shianoukville (11 hours).
Now I know why hotel busses do not exist anywhere else apart from South East Asia. Its a H&S Managers dream come true.
Let me paint you a picture…
The bus has about twenty private cabins (top & bottom on each side) all leading off a central aisle about 30cm wide. It’s so slight you have to turn on your side and inch your way down to find your booths. The coach has one escape hatch that looks impossibly small and unlike the other buses there are no hammers to smash any of the windows. Can you feel my palpatations?
The whole journey I am having constant nightmares thinking that if this bus tips (which it feels like on numerous occasions) I will have three fully grown men squashing me down and no way to get out. Breath………..
John hopped off bright eyed and bushy tailed at our new location…whilst I, pale and shaky from lack of sleep and continuous hellish daydreams (I could not sleep) sort of wobbled off the bus and out into the precious, wonderful day light blinking furiously like a baby mole. Never again. Give me an ordinary night bus any day of the week.
Night night
DW xxx
THE MOON AND I 