2/7 Salt Shaker

We laughed when the guy walked down the aisle with black plastic bags and stopped to mime vomit.  But after six hours in broken chairs at the back of the bus, I was almost in tears.  I just kept chanting I've been through worse.  Just months ago, I sat covered in people in a freezing bus on a road that was not a road in India.  I can do this!  But after 10 hours, I almost had them stop the bus.  After twelve, we arrived to a handmade sign saying AmiBlue and again I was almost in tears.  Our room was lovely, comforting and painted like a yellow sun.  We were invigorated and wandered our way to pub street.  What a different world.  A little more upscale.  Beautiful musicians on the street.  Fabulous restaurants everywhere. Kitchy boutiques.  Two mojitos later, all we could do was laugh at the black plastic bags and salt shaker seats.  I love Siem Reap.