After 11 days on the road, I'm heading to Koh Kong today. Back to the Kingdom after all. Well, everybody knows. That's how it goes. I long intensely for the pure freedom and brutal honesty of Cambodia. It's one of the only places left where dollars are the only documents required, where life is simple, the weather is great and people are friendly.
I had hoped to find some of that freedom out on the road but I was terribly mistaken. Rules and regulations are everywhere these days. There's no escape. Getting a room in a guesthouse in India takes more paperwork than getting married in Cambodia. Smoking and drinking are hideous crimes in too many places. Trying to bring a simple lighter into Delhi airport caused a whole scene. I really don't want to deal with all this nonsense anymore.
And then there's the backpacking/ traveling crowd. All this pressure, all this machismo. All this "you really should go there, visit that, don't miss out on…" or stories like "I only payed a buck, ate dog shit with the locals and sleep only in the dirtiest dorms" I'm getting tired and stressed just by listening to their stories. They are just another pack of dodos. They might cover more distance but dodos nevertheless; just running around in a different kind of rat race.
Not me.
Not anymore.
My own dog and whatnot.
Up to border!
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