|Our waterfront restaurant|
The night bus, which is a sleeping bus, (no seats just double decked padded kind of beds) got us into Sihanouk Ville around 7am. Instead of looking under the tree, we looked for our island. There are two Koh Rungs and two resorts, one Songsa the other Songsaa. My contact person must have been sleeping in because there was no answer when I called and the Christmas spirit was fading fast. Finally a call, meet at the port island marina, we leave at 10. There is a Buddha. In a little restaurant we waited and met Michael from the UK and Maria from St. Petersburg (not the one in Florida). They too were hoping to go to the right island and resort. Another phone call "maybe 10:30". We were having a good time getting to know one another and watching the antics, like a moto driver coming down the pier across the gang plank and right into the restaurant, no one bats an eye. And then after a cup of coffee, where is the bathroom? around the back, two sheds with boards missing and the beautiful green tropical water below. Did it say employees must wash hands after using? not sure. Another call "maybe 11:30", then we hear it is too rough to cross. About noon the boat driver comes over with his daughter to say no crossing today, too rough. OK. Michael and Marie had been in Sihanouk Ville for a couple of days so they suggested we go to a little resort close by and then hope the boat would go tomorrow. The resort had a pool and open air restaurant, a bar and rooms and bungalows, $18 a night. We were so tired that it looked great and it was. That night they had a Christmas party and we had fun. The next morning we got a call before 8 and once again the boat was leaving at 10. We met Michael and Maria for coffee, "where were you guys last night?" we asked. Oh we went to a Go-Go bar. Well, I was pissed. All I could think of was Goldie Hawn in those white boots. I didn't ask why they didn't tell us because I was afraid that their answer would make me feel old.
|The tiny ship was rocked|
|Leven aka Maryanne|
|Gilligan hanging on for dear life|
|The beach outside our bungalow|