Yesterday was spent sunbathing and viewing the shoreline. We travelled out of Phnom Penh down to the border to cross into Vietnam. I was expecting a large customs, police or even military presence but it was quite the non event. At the border we dropped anchor mid stream and stayed ther for 2 hours or so whilst someone went ashore with (our passports).
There is a great debate wether or not we need a visa. We were told no while other have paid £30 for one.
Anyway we are not thrown off the boat or left behind in Cambodia so I guess it’s ok. No visa or charges for one either.
I spend some of the time having a massage and then we are treated to a cooking demonstration and learn how to make spring rolls and chicken amok which are delicious.
Tan Chau to My Anh Hung
Today we are taken off the boat into a town of which I forget the name (My Anh Hung). We have spent the last few days learning Cambodian and now have a whole new language to learn. The town is very busy and we are taken on a tour of the town by trishaw. One person perched atop a shallow seat in a cart pulled by another poor man on a bicycle. We set off at a rate of knots, we try to cling on while taking in the sights. Vietnam is very different to Cambodia. The people seem a bit less genteel than Cambodians.
We tour round a local market, live chickens and live fish for sale both kept in horrendous conditions. Lots of fresh fruit and veg. Most of our group are turning veggie after that experience.
Salted egg recipe. Take fresh eggs and cover them in black salt and leave for 2 months then boil until hard. Enjoy! Blerrgh not sure what they taste like but it must be an acquired taste. Saw some in a hotel and the white of the egg was black.
We then get taken down the river to a fish farm. The fish, over 100 thousand of them are kept underneath a floating house. They are fed with a stinking mix of dead fish, sweet potato and god knows what else. The fish food is cooked up in ah uge vat it looks and smells vile. It comes out of the vat like a giant poo and into a mincer, then into the water to fed the fish. Bassa or Tilapia you may have seen it in the supermarkets back home. I don’t think I will be able to eat it again.
There is a great mix of people on board the Jayavarman. English, French, German, Swiss, Austrians, Kiwis and
Some variety of crab |
Salted eggs |
Fish food jobbie. |
There is a horrid beetle here, it’s only a tiny thing but if you squish it and get the juice on your skin it leaves a terrible reaction. People are pooling antibiotics and antibiotic cream. One man has been affected on his head and the poison has travelled into his eye. Not good.
Well we have just left the place with no name and are sailing for a couple of hours so it’s time I went up onto the sun deck for a snooze.