Food poisoning sucks. I spent all of last night making hourly sprints to the bathroom. I was honestly afraid I'd have to bail on catching a bus to Siem Reap this morning, but Matt Gates had a shit tonne of drugs to fix me right up.
The first leg of the journey was a direct ride to Pnom Penh. Max, the Sweedish bloke from yesterday, joined us and we had an hour stop over to show him around briefly. We taught him the basics;
1) zebra crossings are just painted bits of road. They have no meaning.
2) to cross a busy street just close your eyes, start walking and pray you don't get hit.
We finally arrived at 7pm. Amazingly even after 6 hours of sitting in a WiFi capable bus, we still hadn't been organized enough to book our hostel so we asked our tuk tuk driver to take us to the nearest place to sleep. About 20 minutes later we were dropped off at the 'one stop hostel' and ironically booked the place for 2 nights.
Sitting down for 10 hours can really zap the energy out of you, so as soon as we were showed where our beds were, we collapsed on them and fell asleep.
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