Unlike the previous year I wasn’t woken by the dawn prayers from the mosque but in any case I had set my alarm for a very early morning start. We walked through the local riverside market onto a boat and over to a fish farm, more a large shed with a large number of fish swimming around in a net suspended underneath. Then it was over to a local Muslim silk weaving village for a while, before being urgently called over to reboard the boat and meet and do a mid river transfer to the large launch that would take a Canadian family, that was on the tour, and myself from Châu Đốc to Phnom Penh. After an hour we pulled into Vietnamese Immigration to get stamped out, which only took about 20 minutes or so. Then back on the boat and further upriver to Cambodian Immigration and an interminably slow visa process; unfortunately there was a boat ahead of us and because we were going through a land border eVisa wasn’t available before hand.
Nearly two hours later we were underway again and landed in Phnom Penh just after 13:30. Until baggage was retrieved from the hold it was a case of standing around in the baking hot sun and then up the steep, heat radiating, metal ramp to find a tuk tuk.
Nearly two hours later we were underway again and landed in Phnom Penh just after 13:30. Until baggage was retrieved from the hold it was a case of standing around in the baking hot sun and then up the steep, heat radiating, metal ramp to find a tuk tuk.
