Tag 051 "Once upon a time in Cambodia"

Once upon a time in Cambodia. 4 men and a woman set off on their way to Krong Strung Treng. A man in his mid-30s 👨 French 🇫🇷, an equally respected 👨🏽‍🦱 Swiss 🇨🇭, a man in his late 50s 👴 English 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿, and two sporty young men in their mid-20s 🧑🏼👨🏻 German 🇩🇪.

With a small 🚌 Nissan 10-seater and their experienced driver "Sam" 🇰🇭, they collectively covered about 300km of the 440km journey (towards Kratie) on challenging terrain under great weather conditions.

The journey was arduous and slow. Everyone would gladly have checked their eyelids for cracks. But the kind Sam could not, would not, and did not allow such a luxury. He was young and ambitious. He did not feel any of those urges and focused on his driving skills. Headset 🎧 on, comfortable 120° 💺 positions. Left hand 🤚 on the handlebars and his beloved horn#🎺#. Right hand 🤚 on the 5-speed stick shift.

The 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 👴, who sat in the passenger seat, wanted to take a nap first. It was an unmistakable signal to Sam. THE NEXT POTHOLES ARE OURS😈

It wasn't hard to find them. The potholes seemed to crowd around the 🚌. The 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 👴 was annoyed. Shock absorbers and Sam seemed to be an unbeatable 🤬 team.

Now the first German👨🏻 and his Swiss compatriot 🇨🇭 👨🏽slowly dozed off into the imitation leather seats. Sam was delighted 😁. This way the journey won't be boring. His phone 📱 turned to 🎧 🎶 Rammstein for Cambodians, and off they went. He tested it cautiously. #Honk 🎺# "Can I really not hear my horn 🎺?" And then he gave it to them☝🏼👊🏼. It was a cheerful intermezzo. Classical music lovers 🎶 could sense an opera from it. With abrupt left-right movements of the steering wheel, accompanied by the finest holey asphalt/gravel 🧀, the heads started to wag to the beat of the #🎺#. Like little bobbleheads.

In the last row was the 👨 🇫🇷. Eyes closed, 🎧 🎵 head stretched towards the sky, he meditated his way through the situation. Everyone on board thought with envy, "how can he do that?". The French know how to keep their heads out of everything 🤣. Sam didn't seem so happy.

Now came the last joker in Sam's 🃏 game. The car and its defective speedometer needle. Here in Cambodia 🇰🇭, no one stops you. Sam knows every corner and he made us feel that, and his buttometer is impressive. Almost like that of my father-in-law😜. Sam's passenger, who only knows left-hand traffic, no longer blinked from that moment on. It felt like 130km/h, with the mentioned road surface plus suicidal 🐓 🐈 🐕 🐂 🐄 🐃 and like-minded 🚙 🏍 🚎 🚛. Hey...that's clear...even a speedometer needle doesn't joke around and says goodbye!!! 🤢

Sam understood his job. And at exactly 12:15 pm, he delivered the shaken up passengers at the rest area.

Everyone continued to Laos, with SAM😂😅 Only the 🇩🇪 & "SwissBaba" in their mid-60s, a Swiss dropout who came damn close to being an AlmÖi from India 🇮🇳, stayed behind.

From a sparsely populated 10-seater Nissan 🚌 it became a 16-seater Ford Transit 🚌 with 16 + 2 👶🏼 👧 international guests. Sam, of course, had brothers 😳, and one of these brothers was named "Nok". He drives damn 😡 well 🚌 🤦🏻‍♂️🤦🏼‍♀️2 hours for just under 120 km.

Well, dear girls, boys, and transgender people. And here our story ends.

And if Sam, Nok, and their brothers don't...they're still driving today 🙅🏼‍♀️🙅🏻‍♂️

no pictures today, someone always had to hold the bag 🤮🤣

Something small for the funny bones had to be done....

*1-2 pictures will actually come 😅