After I finally got my visa for Vietnam, I set off at dawn by bus towards the border. Four hours of driving on good roads. At the border, men, women, children pull fully loaded wooden carts into the neighbouring country and back, on the Thai side a large market offers all kinds of consumer goods for the other side. In a few minutes I get a visa, I wait much longer for the entry stamps… Then we continue, at times seventeen of us with our luggage on the back of a pickup truck, which bumps along a dusty track for 6 hours. A girl regularly vomits over the railing, others nibble on a grilled corncob. Finally, we arrive in Angkor.
In Cambodia, the unofficial currency is the dollar, and everything is surprisingly expensive for such a poor country.