"Dude, next week I'm gonna go via KL to.......
"Cambodia Cambodia
...was
the response I kept getting from anyone and everyone I tried to brag to. I was
expecting
something like "WAAAW! U so ozzum dood" or "ZOMGKEWLOL!" or
something. I guess Cambodia
Why
I chose Cambodia
The elaborate travel plan consisted
of
TO
: Blore ––bus––> Chn ––fly––> KL ––fly––> Phnom Pehn, le capitale le Cambodia
7 days and 7 nights later
FRO:
Phnom Pehn ––fly––> KL ––fly––> Blore ––sulk––> Boring life
'Cause
it's cheap and 'cause…
So
by using my long running sick Grandfather excuse in my office, I got my 1 week
of leave. Don't blame me, had I asked for 1 week to chill out, it'd just be
really irresponsible with my work and blah blah blah blah.
Meanwhile
in China lass was also preparing
to land in Phnom Pehn. Here's a picture that's worth a word or two.
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| I was kinda jobless in office so had time to make this shitty thing |
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| :P |
Back
to moi.
I
return to Chennai and find all my friends there less than joyous to greet me
since I betrayed Chennai when I moved to Bangalore
From
previous experience, all the middle class middle aged men with mid life crisis
and a full sleeve shirt from Chennai, worked there. Interesting questions I
encountered there:-
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| Chennai Airport - One does not simply walk there |
(Q)You have not added check in baggage option for your ticket, do you
have check in baggage?
ZOMG! Your paradox blow my minds
(Q)You're going to Cambodia
You know, martinis, sex, nuclear
missiles, tuxedos and other James Bond stuff
(Q)Why sucha big big bag?
I'm trying to compensate.
(Q)Cambodia
Yup, right next to France
In
case you were actually wondering...
After
getting stuck for not having the proper Govt approved seal or something, I had
time to explore the new Chennai
Airport
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| Chennai at night |
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| Twilight - The non gay non vampire kind |
The
Russian couple next to me was friendly but just wouldn't shut the hell up. Also
they spoke what they thought was English and I nodded my head slowly just in
case. I was way too distracted by the hot wife, who apparently has a thing for big
fat bald bearded hairy men who wear bright blue sleeveless and a Patiala
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| The Russian guy I saw It's kinda inaccurate - He didn't have a collar |
The
captain announced that they were descending towards KL and suddenly a bunch of
my country men jump up and proceed towards the exit so as to get of the
aircraft first. I'm not kidding; they even dragged their elderly relatives to
stand in line. The air hostesses had a tough time explaining to them that they
were being retards and they should return to their seats, which they did after
much complaining and promise of future pain inflicted upon the wrong doers by
their God(s). All the while the Russian couple kept looking at me and I tried my
best to momentarily not exist, but with minimal success.
Landing
in KL, Mr. Huang at immigration had troubles communicating with me. Most of
what he said was rost in transration. 5 minutes of him shouting, other passengers
shouting and me nodding slowly(just in case) I enter KLIA(That's Kuala Lumpur
International Airport to you foreigners) where photography is not allowed and
hence nos photos.
IDIOT TRAVELLER MISTAKE #1
Having
a lot of money at the start of the trip, I spend a lot on junk food and junk souvenirs
including a huge toblerone bar. This will screw me over later on.
After
walking around the airport with my 10 ton back pack, I finally decide to start
Relak Singh. Almost every person in the airport (minus married peoples) were
sleeping on the ground. While carefully considering the physical strain of my
bag against the sanitary condition of the floor, I see a Gentleman walk in with
a stroller laptop bag, a tie, jacket, a coat and matching pair of leather
shoes. He walked to a side, puffed out his chest, looked around, then proceeded
to unbutton his coat and jacket, unleash his bountiful guts, remove his shoes,
lie down with his head on one hand and the other hand between his thighs.
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| Food of the Gods |
Having
found a role model, I too went flat on the (hopefully) clean floor.
Little rest, some queues and lotta hobbibru engrish later, I was on the plane to Phnom Pehn, the capital of
After receiving all the stupid documents of immigration and given the stern warning not to fill them up till we land, we landed.
I
was the only non-white tourist at the airport for some reason and was thus treated
with much hostility for some reason.
There
was even a guy at the airport who walked over to me while filling the form..
Guy : You fill form!
Me : Oooo...kaaay. I'm doing that.
Guy : You use pen!
Me : Ok!
Guy : You fill form with pen only!
Me : Ok?
Guy : Hmmm. You fill form. Pen.
I
still don't know if he was the retarded younger brother of some one working
there and they just let him run around and have fun in the airport. Visa costs
20$ as written there, which seemed pretty organized as opposed to everyone
online warning about them asking 25$.
So
I get out the airport for my waiting taxi, buy a Cambodian SIM and run off to
the hostel.
Coming
up - Phnom Pehn and the depressing past