(In case you missed it, here is Part 1.)
I left off rambling about how I had been too warm upon landing in Cambodia. You see, it was 0° C or below in Korea when we left and 28° C in Cambodia. I had removed my scarf, hat, windbreaker, gloves, and sweater, but I was still wearing my long underwear… Now I’m not one for warm climates (what with all my fur and all…), but it seemed like it would be pleasant enough once I had gotten a chance to dress more appropriately.
We had to get an entry visa, and this is where the adventure started getting interesting. All of the passengers from the flight came down the steps en masse to the small visa processing area. It was chaos. First you had to survive a queue to deliver your passport and completed forms to one person. This worker then took these into a room for processing. While you waited you moved from the queue into what looked like a queue, but which was actually a blob. You waited in the blob until another person behind the counter called your name. You then fought your way to him with your payment for the visa and received your passport with its newly issued visa from the Kingdom of Cambodia. I’m starting to think that questgivers must have their own branch of bureaucracy, for they often ask you to take a letter, eye drops, key, tome, etc from them to point q and then do a bit of waiting before you can come back and receive whatever it is you were trying to get from them.
In any case, I got my somewhat psychedelic visa for my stay in Cambodia and it was then that I realized that I was in an actual kingdom. I was still bubbling over that fact (it isn’t everyday you find yourself in one of those) when Eruanna (remember, that’s a name of my wife) and I met one of her friends from high school. We would be staying at her family’s house for a couple nights before heading off to Angkor Wat! I was really excited about seeing Angkor Wat.