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Pattaya to Siem Riep

Pattaya to Siem Riep.

So I get on the Big C bus at Pattaya and all is going well. All except I don’t have a visa. I’ve heard rumours that you can get them at the border and thankfully they turn out to be true. The ride is without any major problems other than it start at 6am.

 This bus travels to a Casino in Cambodia and back every day. Once there I get off and walk pass the border. As the Casino is on the other side I thought the bus would meet us over the border and so left my bags on the bus. After slowly waking up and realising this panic ensues. I’m alone in a dusty shite place with no bags, no phone numbers or anything.

I cross the border again. They say I have to pay an extra 20 for my Visa to be redone. I haggle at her. I plead. She takes my passport and asks me to go back into Thailand. I’m happy at first – getting away with 20 pounds. I then realise i’m in Thailand with no passport and no bags. Paralysing fear of not getting my passport back and not getting my bags back sets in. Thankfully all turned out well. Got on the bus to Siem Riep. Waiting a long time. Met some random people. Travelling with a bloke from Cornwall at the moment who seems decent.

I also remembered what the killing fields were about. The khmer rouge rounded up all the Vietnamese people living here and butchered them. Inspires confidence. I’m now a Korean.

 - Bit terse. Sure i’ll be bothered to rewrite at a later date.

Steven in Pataya, Thailand | Go go bars with mother.

So I got to Thailand yesterday. I’m with my rents so the holiday should have been pretty subdued. Should. We get to a place called Pataya and meet one of my mums friends[sic] friend. Turns out she’s a retired madame. We meet and obviously my mother doesn’t know this. Instantly she says she’ll find me a sexy lady and points to the prossies dressed in next to nothing across the street from my bar. Just a little embaressing. We then head off to walking street and enter a go go bar.

 I’m sitting in a fucking strip club with my mum and dad. while a dancer is gyrating next to me.

It’s fine though. You can tell she sees this is a little unnerving for my mother and so we head off. Well that was what I initially thought, she actually thought the girls were a lil below average so we went to a better one. I’m drowning the silence with beers and it turns out to be quite a cool night.

 I think she was hunting for women to occupy the small rooms above the bar which seem to be ever so busy. She owns it with a guy known as “bob”. He’s cool.

 Tonight i’m meeting my mums[sic] friends[sic] sister. She owns 3 shops down walking street. A massage place mother and I perused earlier, and two jewellry shops. Updates soon enough.