By the end of the third full day in Cambodia I was getting better, or at least, I thought I was getting better. And Eruanna was off the IV that evening, so we decided that we would fly to Siem Reap (rather than take the 6 hour bus ride) the next day, which happened to be the 1st of January. The doctor gave his blessing on such a trip and reminded us to eat only cooked foods.
We didn’t stay up for the New Year’s countdown. So how was it? You can tell me about it in the comments, you know, and let me know that there are more than just bots and spammers visiting my den… In any case, I enjoyed the first good night’s sleep in several days.
On the morning of the first, Eruanna and I gathered up all of our things and went to Phnom Penh International Airport. Our flight took only 45 minutes and I took several pictures. The airline provided sealed water and some sealed banana bread, which I consumed. We flew over Tonle Sap Lake, which is enormous!
According to Wikipedia (so caveat lector), it is the largest freshwater lake in South East Asia. I’m inclined to believe that, though I’m not sure what constitutes South East Asia, so I’ll put it as most likely true. What I do know for certain is that Tonle Sap Lake is both fed and drained by the Tonle Sap River. That’s because the Tonle Sap River reverses direction twice a year! That’s right, the river flows into the lake during the monsoon season and out of the lake during the dry season. As Serrena or Julie or the guidebook explained to me, it has to do with the water pressure of the Mekong River; when the Mekong is swelling from the monsoon rains, the Tonle Sap acts as a release mechanism and drains excess water from the Mekong into the Tonle Sap Lake; when the Mekong is lower from the dry season, the Tonle Sap flows into it, shrinking the lake.
From the Siem Reap International airport we got on a Tuk-tuk, or a motorcycle with a passenger trailer hitched to the rear, and rode it to the inn (or whatever it was) we were staying at. Well… actually we had to wait a bit because Julie and her husband, who had come up the night before on the bus, went to the international terminal to wait for us while Eruanna and I were waiting for them at the domestic terminal, which was a separate building. But the waiting sort of adventure is more fun than the vomiting sort, so I didn’t mind it at all, especially since I got to work a little on drawing.