So, we completed the much dreaded Bangkok to Siem Reap overland journey yesterday. Rather then taking the tickets from Bangkok sold for backpackers, which can be a decent deal, but often involve bus scams and annoying delays, we did the trip ourselves, using a myriad of transit options. There may be annoyances along the way when you plan the trip yourself, but I prefer to at least make my own problems and have the flexibility to what I want to solve them.
The Result:
1) Leave at 7:00 in a taxi to go to the North Bangkok government bus depot (Mo Chit). Get stuck in Bangkok traffic, trip takes a little under an hour.
2) Take a government bus at 8:00 (no scams unlike backpacker buses) to Aranya Pratet.
3) Arrive in Aranya Pratet at around 12:30, pretty non-descript Thai border town. Decent roads, 7-Elevens, usual stuff. Take a 5km Tuk-Tuk to the border.
4) Check out of Thailand, walk across the little bridge to Poipet, Cambodia. Funny thing here, there is a border market on the Thai side that Cambodian merchents can get a pass to go to for the day. Evidently it is a way to sell goods of dubious origin to the Thai people who have more money. Going the other way on the bridge there were pushcarts full of new $800 Trek bikes as well as one with guitar amplifiers.
5) On the Cambodian side of the bridge go to the visa office to get a visa, since we did not get one before arrival. There is a sign that says that a visa costs $20 US (US currency is the de facto currency of Cambodia, although Thai Baht and their own currency can sometimes be used). Because you are supposed to have six months before expiration on your passport, and Nisha only has five, I pay 1000 Baht each (30 dollars) to the guy who "helps" you get the visa. Visa comes back no problem.
6) Walk down the strip of new casinos that are in this no mans land for Thai gamblers. Errie sight, especially seeing the Indian street scene beyond the immigration gate.
7) Wait behind a bus load of westerners to actually pass immigration.
8) Enter into Cambodia and start trying to work out the taxi situation to get to Siem Reap. There are a bunch of taxi guys right beyond the gate who seem pretty disreputable, and want $40 US to drive just the two of us in a Toyot Camry to Siem Reap. There are also guys wearing yellow shirts who try to get you to go on a bus where they say they sell you a seat in a share Toyota for $15 US each.
I don't really like the vibe from the guys who are right there, and the lowest they will go is $35 dollars. However, we see that the bus goes just 200m up the road, and a yellow shirt guy on a scooter keeps telling us to go there. So we head walk up there to check out the deal. This is a crappy little office, but does look to be where most people are getting trasportation forward. It is either $12 for a seat on a bus, or $15 for a seat in a cab that leaves right away. We take the cab and end up sharing with two solo people, a Swiss lady and a friendly young guy from Hong Kong.
9) From around 14:00 to 17:30 bounce down the atrocious dirt highway from Poipet to Siem Reap. Looks like we are back in India, shocking trasformation from Thailand.
10) Get dropped off in the taxi depot on the edge of town. Negotiated for a Tuk-Tuk with the Hong Kong guy for $2 US dollars into town.
11) Go to "Bar" St. in the center of town, find a suprisingly really nice and classy tourist area in the middle of town. Find a really nice little hotel in the area called the Golden Temple (or something like that) for $15 US a night. Get free beer opon check in.
The result, not that bad. Did not cost too much and relly the only problem was figuring out the taxi deal in Poipet, but even that worked out fine. Siem Reap is actually very nice, and today we head out to see Angkor Wat.
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Friday, September 21, 2007
No Giant Balloons, Shawls, or Drums PLEASE!
Nisha writing: I also agree with Ian's assessment of Mumbai. Beautiful, clean, and it works. Lest you think that it is a different country from India, below is my experience from yesterday:
When we first arrived to India, we encountered some very ugly Western tourists. Unfortunately, I crossed into this group yesterday.
If you have never been to India or other places where street hawkers are common, you cannot imagine the effect this has. Naturally, your attention is diverted to a person calling out to you. These hawkers are selling useful items like water, lime soda, and taxi rides. They also sell anything from beautiful handicrafts, counterfeit items, and bus tickets. Often the hawkers will call out things you feel compelled as a polite Western tourist to answer like "you like India?", "where are you from?", "what is your name?" Sometimes they will try to help you with directions and actually be trying to sell you a watch. The hawkers will yell at you constantly while you are walking down some streets, often 2 or 3 at a time. Delhi, Agra, and Jaipur were the worst. There the hawkers seemed very unscrupulous, whether they were or not. Occasionally they will follow you for blocks holding items you wouldn't want even if it were free. After a few days of this, you get used to it and start to completely ignore the hoards of people vying for my attention (and therefore money). It is really hard when it is a child. Never would I want to be rude to a child who is innocently curious about the large white Westerner and wants to practice English. These kids are a delight to talk with. However, kids are also employed by hawkers and will use their cuteness to get your attention as well (by the way, I read in the paper that India would finally become more strict enforcing the child labor laws that were put on the books in the 1980s, finally!).
After trying to find some shoes from sellers on the street in the rain, I had been asked for the 1000th time that day if I wanted to buy a drum or pashmina shawl (there is not real pashmina sold on the street). The sad thing is, I actually like the drums and shawls and would buy both if my backpack weren't already nearly 25 pounds. There is also no way to express my true sentiment - I truly like their products and respect their right to sell me goods on the street since this is their livelihood, but I am not interested in their goods presently. Instead they follow you, yelling incessantly, and will keep dropping the price you until you have to say something like "even if it were free I don't want a drum/puppet/electric shaver (I kid you not)." The hawkers are the worst in Jaipur where I was accosted while getting into a rickshaw with a man screeching, "look, these puppets! heads wooden! 100 for 2, 50 for 2...." He threw the puppets on my lap and started banging the head together to prove they were wooden. Even if I had any inkling of wanting a puppet before this incident, I certainly don't want one with a face of chipped paint. While we drove off he yelled, "OK, 20 rupees for 2!!!" (50 cents for 2 beautiful handmade puppets).
Then yesterday, this guy asked me if I want a giant balloon. These are nothing like balloons you have ever seen. Fully inflated, they are about 12 feet long. Did I look like I needed a giant balloon in the rain? My patience for ridiculous Indian street salesman wore thin and I yelled to him "No, I don't want a giant balloon, shawl, or a drum!!" Immediately I felt remorse for this. However, later in the night he saw me again and before starting in his speech said instead "oh yes, no giant balloon, shawl, or drum." At last...
- Nisha
When we first arrived to India, we encountered some very ugly Western tourists. Unfortunately, I crossed into this group yesterday.
If you have never been to India or other places where street hawkers are common, you cannot imagine the effect this has. Naturally, your attention is diverted to a person calling out to you. These hawkers are selling useful items like water, lime soda, and taxi rides. They also sell anything from beautiful handicrafts, counterfeit items, and bus tickets. Often the hawkers will call out things you feel compelled as a polite Western tourist to answer like "you like India?", "where are you from?", "what is your name?" Sometimes they will try to help you with directions and actually be trying to sell you a watch. The hawkers will yell at you constantly while you are walking down some streets, often 2 or 3 at a time. Delhi, Agra, and Jaipur were the worst. There the hawkers seemed very unscrupulous, whether they were or not. Occasionally they will follow you for blocks holding items you wouldn't want even if it were free. After a few days of this, you get used to it and start to completely ignore the hoards of people vying for my attention (and therefore money). It is really hard when it is a child. Never would I want to be rude to a child who is innocently curious about the large white Westerner and wants to practice English. These kids are a delight to talk with. However, kids are also employed by hawkers and will use their cuteness to get your attention as well (by the way, I read in the paper that India would finally become more strict enforcing the child labor laws that were put on the books in the 1980s, finally!).
After trying to find some shoes from sellers on the street in the rain, I had been asked for the 1000th time that day if I wanted to buy a drum or pashmina shawl (there is not real pashmina sold on the street). The sad thing is, I actually like the drums and shawls and would buy both if my backpack weren't already nearly 25 pounds. There is also no way to express my true sentiment - I truly like their products and respect their right to sell me goods on the street since this is their livelihood, but I am not interested in their goods presently. Instead they follow you, yelling incessantly, and will keep dropping the price you until you have to say something like "even if it were free I don't want a drum/puppet/electric shaver (I kid you not)." The hawkers are the worst in Jaipur where I was accosted while getting into a rickshaw with a man screeching, "look, these puppets! heads wooden! 100 for 2, 50 for 2...." He threw the puppets on my lap and started banging the head together to prove they were wooden. Even if I had any inkling of wanting a puppet before this incident, I certainly don't want one with a face of chipped paint. While we drove off he yelled, "OK, 20 rupees for 2!!!" (50 cents for 2 beautiful handmade puppets).
Then yesterday, this guy asked me if I want a giant balloon. These are nothing like balloons you have ever seen. Fully inflated, they are about 12 feet long. Did I look like I needed a giant balloon in the rain? My patience for ridiculous Indian street salesman wore thin and I yelled to him "No, I don't want a giant balloon, shawl, or a drum!!" Immediately I felt remorse for this. However, later in the night he saw me again and before starting in his speech said instead "oh yes, no giant balloon, shawl, or drum." At last...
- Nisha
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