14k on the open road. What a day. 2 wheels and no destination in sight. The roads were mine to explore.
I thought I’d be a lot more scared cycling in the Cambodian congestion but it actually wasnt that bad. You just had to brave it and take the chance. And pray that you dont die.
At first the bikes were quite rickety but I got the hang of it eventually. The city roads were a lot smoother and the paths became a lot more difficult to manoeuvre when journeying more into its countryside. Here the lanes were dirt tracks but the roads were an earthy red shaded brown. It was stunning. It melted beautifully against the blue skyline and green tropics.
We left at 4pm and came back at 7pm. About halfway into it’s leg we encountered a truck stationed in the middle of the road. They wouldn’t budge and so we had to cycle around them via a different route.
What we thought was a asafe option turned out to be a pit of sinking sand. We were stuck – bicycles and feet. My knight in shining armour; Nim (Nana’s younger brother), helped me and my bike out of the death pit. Before we knew it we were scraping mud off of each other’s wheels, trying to journey on.
The roads from this point on were horrendous and it was raining so we kept on getting stuck. But I didnt mind it at all, I LOVED it. It was so much fun!
We were meant to visit a hut in the wilderness but we made a group decision to turn back around to avoid getting even more stuck in the rain and mud. On the way back we took a different route.
The more scenic route.
The surrounding here were so picturesque but not in. A picturesque kind of way. It was real life in every essence. I was loving life completely, the wind was blowing, the sun wasnt too hot and the rain was light. The greenery was breathtaking and it was nice to be alone for once. Even if i did cycle past a few people and chit chatted away. I had some beautiful conversations with Karolina on the open road.
All the locals were lovely. Families went by saying ‘hello’ and smiling; children were out playing and running out onto the road to greet us, cows were wandering beside us. What more could you possibly want? Everything was bliss. Utter bliss.
I remember one woman, she was old and cycling past us. She stopped and smiled and went onto gesture that it was hard work cycling this terrain in these weather conditions. It was so simple but so endearing at the same time.
Back in the centre we cycled the main roads at rush hour. We went around a roundabout with not a care in the world. It was manic and it was crazy but I lived for that moment.
Next time I’ll be on a motorbike, I promise you that.