The drive to Sihanukville was long, hot and smelly. The bus left the terminal on time, but stopped 10-15 times leaving the city to pick up locals, so we ended up over an hour behind anyway. I was pumped that I found a seat with nobody else sitting in it until the bus stopped and Madame B.O. And prawn chips helped herself to the seat next to me. You know what's fun? Trying not to breathe for 4 hours on a bus.
We finally arrived as it was getting dark and I shared a taxi with an English guy who was on the bus. The drivers all gang up and insist being paid $6 to get to town. To put things in perspective, I'm paying $2 on the way back and I didn't even barter. The taxi guy dropped is off at a hostel called "beach shack" and I made the executive decision that given five star hotels here are comparable to a 2-3 star at home, anything with the word "shack" built into it is not candidate for sleeping. The English guy tried it out and I continued on foot. (I ran into the guy later on and he said it was beyond nasty hahaha glad I didn't stay). As the night got darker and hostels were turning me away cause they were full I got a bit more desparate. The same taxi driver saw me walking and offered to drive me around till I found a suitable place for $1. He took me to two gungy places and then an expensive hotel ($25/night). While I was checking the room and asking the guy for a deal, taxi driver got cranky, called me stupid and drove off without letting me pay. Hahahaha so I took the room.
I was bagged and needed a shower badly so I checked into my room and had a shower right away. Well... That is.... I tried to. I couldn't figure out how to turn on the water. There was only one plastic knob and it was screwed on super tight. Eventually my huge muscles were able to turn it hard enough that it unscrewed completely and water began blasting at me through the knob area!!! Paniced, I had no way of turning off the knob now that it had fallen off. I tried numerous times to force it back on and had success after the 10th round of pushing, turning, swearing, and praying. "Please please turn off little shower....."
My make shift solution wasn't perfect but it'd do the trick... I'd so I thought. Once I was committed to finishing the shower before asking the front desk to help, ie. Put Shampoo on hair, the entire knob came blasting off again bouncing off the back of me before landing across the room. F.M.L.
Imagine repeating the above 2 paragraphs 3-4 times before finally getting rinsed off enough to run downstairs in a dress and a towel and run back up 3 flights of stairs with the Cambodian maintenence man in tow. This was my first night in Sihanukville.
Apparently there is a small grey button on the knob in question that, when pushed, starts the water flow through the shower head. Who knew!!??
The next day I lazed around the pool and then wandered up to the city area to watch a movie. They have the best theatre here with comfy couches and pillows as chairs and a big screen projector thing just like the movies. I watched startrek by myself and ate a bag of m&m's.
Day two was more sun and another movie... And today, I went to the beach and had a manicure and pedicure special for $5 and got my armpitta threaded for $2! Hahaha it's so funny the ladies come right up to you and tell you you are too hairy. Then they'll start trying to pluck hairs from your legs, arms, or pubic regions. I let her thread my pit so shed leave the rest of my body alone. She complimented me on my thin blonde Pitt hair. Is that weird? Or is it just me.... Anyway, that experience goes right up there with crab hand lady waxing me in Thailand.
Then, tonight on the beach I was finishing up dinner under the stars and had the added free entertainment of two guys juggling bowling pins, followed by an oscar worthy extended make out session involving two lesbians. For a minute I thought I had died and accidently ended up in man-heaven. Nope! Apparently it's just all part of the fun of Sihanukville!!
Anyway, my iPod is running out of battery and I gotta get up in 5 hours to catch a bus to Saigon. Keep it real....... HOLLA!
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