I talked to a man without an arm when we were seeing sunset from the terrace of our guesthouse. Even though he could not speak English, we had great languages in common. It was off course gesture. He was about 40 and lost his arm when he got sick roughly 30 years ago.
When I got at Takeo, I asked moto drivers where a guest house I found in my Lonely Planet was. But nobody knew that place except for one of them. A driver asked his friend in a computer shop where it was, and then he took me there.
To get away from the very busy capital, Phnom Penh, I came to Takeo, a rural area, to south of Phnom Penh, where had a few tourists. It took 2 hours by bus.
When I got to the Phnom Penh, I took a public taxi owned by the local government to the city centre for 7$, which was surprisingly expensive there. Then, a driver took me to a hotel but not a guesthouse.
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Lao Airline was really not good. I waited for 3 hours in a queue at the airport. A white woman finally got angry when a receptionist was doing with our tickets and registrations as slowly as a caterpillar crawling on a leaf.
It was the first time for me to get sick in this trip. I had a terrible headache all day. I had breakfast after checking out the guesthouse which I had stayed for 5 days. Then, I took tuktuk to the airport.
There is a funny thing here. The name of this guest house is ‘Joe Guest House’, but why? There is no western owner here. Probably, somebody’s name in this family is nearly ‘Joe’.
This is the last evening for me in Laos. Tomorrow, I am going to Cambodia. The Mekong River, the most awesome river I have ever seen, was saying good-bye to me, when I had diner by the river. I was looking at sunset over the river.
It was lovely weather. I tried to go to Buddha Park, but I gave up when I saw overcrowded people in a bus to that place. Although that bus was a little bigger than a van for 8 people, there were roughly 30 local travellers getting in it. It was absolutely amazing but usual for locals.