Before I lived with Craig, I had always been the most nitpicky of all the roommates I ever had (they number over a dozen). I’m still more particular about hygiene (especially of the bathroom variety), but Craig surpasses me in all other areas of tidiness, organization, and planning.
During this trip, if we didn’t have at least a few weeks planned ahead, he would start to get very antsy. Part of this is because he knows and loves me and gets worried about my mental wellbeing if we end up in a not-so-great lodging situation, but in these instances he is usually not a happy camper, either. So for us, it’s better to book ahead with the hope that we can avoid having to settle for disappointing Airbnbs or crappy hotels.
Still, while in Siem Reap, a mere five days before our projected border crossing into Thailand, we went against type and completely changed all of our plans.
It all started with the bus to Siem Reap, when I was still feeling the effects of the viral illness I contracted while in Battambang. When we boarded, one of the attendants warned us that because there were only four passengers on a bus designed for five times that many, the A/C wouldn’t be turned on all the way. Craig insists he didn’t feel like the ride was that hot, but I was a sweaty, overheated mess by the time we arrived in Siem Reap. The dusty remorque (like a tuktuk but different) ride through the blazing midday sun to our Airbnb didn’t help and I felt a little bit like death warmed over (or death heated up?) by the time I collapsed in an exhausted heap in our Airbnb, in our mosquito-filled home for the next five days.
Since I hadn’t fared much better on the non-air-conditioned train ride from Phnom Penh to Battambang a few days previous, Craig was understandably worried about the projected travel plans to Bangkok, about 245 miles away. We both prefer train travel to bus travel, and after doing some research, Craig had decided to take a train from Aranyaprathet, just across the border into Thailand, to Bangkok. We would have to take a bus from Siem Reap to the border first, though, which was about a three-hour ride. Then, after the border crossing, which could take a good amount of time, the non-air-conditioned train would be another five hours. So Craig anxiously suggested that perhaps I should fly from Siem Reap to Bangkok instead.
“Hmm, but I don’t like to be separated from you for too long, and the flights are expensive,” I said. (For reference, the train from Aranyaprathet to Bangkok would cost only $1.50 USD per person and a one-way flight was $125 USD.)
“We’d have to take an early bus to get to the border, and then we need to give ourselves enough time for the crossing, and then the train doesn’t leave until 2:00pm, so we wouldn’t get into Bangkok until after 7:00pm,” Craig fretted. All of this in over 90F heat and tropical humidity.
“Oof.” It was hard for me to even think about such a journey, having finally started to feel somewhat better physically. We both began looking at flights and contemplating ways and means, like taking a bus all the way to Bangkok (which is how most people make the journey).
“Hmm, hang on,” Craig said after a little bit. “There’s also a train at 7:00am. What if we took the bus to the border and then stayed in Aranyaprathet overnight and took the train the next morning? It would be much cooler at 7:00am than at 2:00pm.”
Since we were able to cancel our last night in Siem Reap without any consequences, Craig found a highly-rated hotel in Aranyaprathet to stay in for our border crossing. After so many land crossings in trains and buses, we are both familiar with the utter shittiness of border towns and their lodgings, but hopefully Booking.com wouldn’t steer us wrong this time.
Accordingly, on our day of departure, we arrived to the bus company office in Siem Reap thirty minutes before departure. The sun was already blazing and I had a dangerously-close-to-sweaty walk to the 7-Eleven three blocks away for a cold drink. The office slowly began to fill up with westerners (and one Korean guy!–I looked over his shoulder while he was on his phone to see what language it was in), all headed the full distance to Bangkok. When it was time to depart, we walked across the roundabout intersection to where the minibus waited and climbed in.
It was a fairly uneventful but at least air-conditioned ride to the border. The guy we think was Argentine sat to my left (he had a tattoo of a maté gourd on his thigh) and Craig sat to my right. I knit for a bit while I listened to my audiobook and Craig stared out the window. We were the oldest passengers aside from a guy in his 60s who seemed to speak both Italian and Russian and who got scolded loudly by an English girl for watching soccer videos on speaker (why people don’t wear headphones in public spaces is truly beyond me). The strangest thing was that the driver sat on the right side of the minibus, which made his frequent attempts at passing slower vehicles in front somewhat dangerous since he had to veer quite far into oncoming traffic in order to see.
Other than that, we made it to the border in good time which is where we also discovered why the driver sat on the right side of the car; everyone drives on the left here in Thailand! “This will be good practice for Australia,” I remarked.
Craig and I disembarked to the possible wonderment of the other passengers, who we met again going through passport control. They seemed to look at us and think, “What the heck are they doing stopping here in this shitty border town?” Little did they know it was all part of our master plan to not have yet another life-crushing travel day.
By the time we were processed through immigration in both countries, we had sweated through our clothes.
“Ugh, it’s hot!” I said, pointing out the very obvious.
“Imagine waiting for an hour and then getting on the train!” Craig said cheerfully. We tried to exchange money at a bank, but found they would only exchange USD. It was blissfully cool inside, however; the air-conditioning felt as if it was cleaning my soul.
“Do you want to wait in here while I go exchange money and maybe get a SIM card?” Craig asked me.
“Yes. Yes, I do,” I replied as I thought to myself, “Never let this man go.”
Once these tasks had been accomplished, we found ourselves a tuktuk and Craig showed him the hotel on Google Maps, a 9-minute drive away.
“Can you take us there? How much is it?”
“Yes,” the driver said. “150 baht.” (35 baht = 1 USD.)
“Ooh, 150, that’s kind of expensive,” Craig said before pausing significantly. “How about 100?”
“100?” The driver laughed and said immediately, “Yeah, sure!”
Sometimes, bargaining in Asia is really easy. Most of the time, it’s fun and good-natured. This time, it was both!
We checked into the Velo Hotel, which had a BMX pumptrack in front of it with some bigger ramps off to the side. In the searing heat, it seemed ridiculous that anybody would ever want to use it, but Craig was confident we would see bikers there later at night (he was right). The hotel was, besides the strange cycling decor, very nice indeed (thanks for not screwing us over, Booking.com!) and we quickly killed the two mosquitoes in the room upon entering. We are mosquito-killing masters at this point.
While Craig again went out to do some reconnaissance on the train station and get a couple of things from the 7-Eleven (I love Asian convenience stores), I lounged around and recouped my strength. Actually, the travel hadn’t felt too bad! And the hotel room was really comfortable! We decided to take it easy and just eat dinner at the hotel restaurant downstairs. At this point in our travel, we were opting for “easiest” instead of trying to find the “tastiest.”
After staring at the menu, which listed items in Thai with helpful English descriptions like “Stirfry noodles with chicken/pork/seafood” or “Noodles in gravy with chicken/pork/seafood,” I pointed to the former and asked, “How do you say this in Thai?”
“Pad see ew,” the waitress answered. Aha! Why the English description doesn’t actually have the romanization/pronunciation of how to say the dishes in Thai, and why Google Translate doesn’t give the romanization when you use the photo function, is really just too bad since we actually know quite a lot of names of dishes in Thai.
We finished ordering and I sprayed some Deet on while we waited for the food to arrive (mosquitoes are inescapable). When Craig’s chicken with basil was set down before him, heaped high with peppers, he said, “Oh shit, I forgot to ask for no spicy.” Somehow, we got through dinner by trading a good portion of our meals (you see, I love Craig in return and will give up my coveted pad see ew so that he won’t die an ignominious death by chili pepper).
The next morning, we picked up our cute bento breakfast boxes from the front desk and walked in the already hot dawn to the train station. It slowly began to fill with passengers, all locals. When the train arrived, I tried to rush on but was stymied by a plant and exiting passengers, so the best booth we could find was right next to the on-board bathroom. This wasn’t too bad at first, but by 10:00am, the stale urine smell whenever the train stopped was growing stronger and the heat was beginning to affect me (the toilets on the Battambang train and the Bangkok train were like those in Bulgaria–you could see the tracks passing below through the hole in the bowl). At this point, I had started to feel sweat sliding between my boobs and down my back and everything was just so overwhelmingly hot and sticky. The train was also getting more crowded the closer we got to Bangkok and we no longer had our small booth to ourselves. Finally, five hours after our departure, we finally arrived in the center of Bangkok and I staggered out onto the platform, a dried husk of a human, somehow both withered and dripping at the same time.
We climbed up to the BTS, Bangkok’s skytrain system, and boarded less than a minute later. When the doors whooshed open and I stepped inside, I nearly wept. Heavenly, heavenly air-conditioning. What did people do before air-conditioning? How did anybody survive?
The ride was short; too short for my sweaty shirt and pants to dry, and then we were back out into the hot sun, making our way on foot to our Airbnb, 0.4 miles away. The walk went fast, probably because the city streets were filled with things and people to look at; dozens of carts selling all kinds of goodies were catering to the lunch rush and the hustle and bustle was somehow comforting. Surprisingly, miraculously, we were able to check in to our Airbnb right away even though we were 2.5 hours early. We must have done something good in our past lives. There were only two mosquitoes that needed to be vanquished when we entered our comfortable apartment, and after cranking up the A/C and taking lukewarm showers, we both felt practically human again.
It was another easy decision to go across the street for lunch and I had success yet again when I tried to order by just saying the name of a dish (this time woon sen). The lychee frappe was cool and delicious and Craig’s chicken was not spicy, so we were both rejuvenated by the time we finished eating.
“It was a tough train ride, but there’s something about being in a big city that gives me more energy than when we arrived in Battambang or Siem Reap,” I told Craig. Those are the third and second-largest cities in Cambodia, by the way. “I think I just really like big cities.” I remembered feeling a similar way when our train blew into Saigon. Big cities (actually big, not just big for Cambodia) are really interesting to me and I think they feel safe, perhaps because I know they have everything I need? I can’t say for sure if splitting up the travel into two days made it easier or not, but since we arrived with relatively few problems, I definitely don’t regret the change in plans.
The trip to the grocery store after lunch kind of took it out of me, but the stop at the 7-Eleven on the way back was funny. Craig tried to buy two cans of beer, but apparently, alcohol is only sold between 11:00am-2:00pm and 5:00pm to midnight. Ah well, another excuse to go to the 7-Eleven again later.
It’s a little bit funny to think that in five days, we’ll be headed out of Asia (to Sydney and Melbourne for a few weeks before going back to the US). It’s been getting progressively hotter the further west we’ve traveled, which I’ve come to realize is really taxing on me, even though genetically, I should be able to handle it better, my ancestors being from southern China and all.
Getting food in this big city seems extremely easy and everything looks a lot more appetizing than it did in Cambodia for some reason. We’re excited to get out and about and enjoy our last days in Asia. I’m not sure when we’ll be back, but despite the heat and discomfort that we’ve experienced at times here, it’s been an enjoyable and delicious sojourn.