We get dumped off at this street corner….AKA….Phnom Penh’s bus station – utter chaos – one dude is asking us for tickets, but we already handed them to the mini bus dude. Whilst this is happening, I’m looking for my rucksack which has been dumped on the ground and now I cant find it!!!!!!!!! Argh – PANICKED HAYLEY!!!!!!!!!!! I run around like a loon and luckily find another backpacker who has the same backpack as me – phew! We swap and all is well with my bloodpressure! …………..until we get on the damn coach……..we were promised designated seats –however, this has gone out the window when we’re the last ones to get on!! There is one seat left, right on the back seat which I grab – I’m sat beside a vietnamese lady and a monk – not funny I know, until you see him on his mobile txting away. Chuckle chuckle…..anyhoo poor Dave n Aaron have to sit on the floor in this random space infront of me (where the 2 missing rows should be!!) – then the driver pulls out 2 plastic garden chairs for them to sit on – LMAO!!!!!!!!! What a sight!!!!!!! They have to sit on garden furniture for 6hours!!!! And we paid $12 for this – I canny believe this! But hey, they don’t seem to mind – it’s the darn principle of the thing though!
To be fair, the bus journey aint too bad – we stop off at the equivalent of a service station – although, it’s a run down shack type place selling coconuts and cans of fizzy pop. There’s a faff with our change as the waiter dude is trying to give us change of dollars in Cambodian Riel, which aint accepted in Vietnam, then tries to fob us off with less Dong than what is our change – yup, I said Dong………..hahaha – we’re going to be using Vietnamese DONG!!!! And 10,000 dong is like £4 or summat ridiculous like that! Argh – my head hurts already!
Back on the bus and next farce is going across the border. Stay with me, it may get confusing…..
We have to hand our passports to our travel guide dude, who then scurries off the bus and hands them to the customs/border crossing dude, who then shouts for us all to get off the bus, who then stands infront of the bus and yells out each name of the passports….imagine if you will a Vietnamese / Cambodian bloke trying to pronounce all sorts of European names (we had chicks from Sweden on our bus)….it was painful to say the least. So we’re allowed back on the bus once he’s read your name out – but still they hang onto our passports….hmmmm….dont be losing ours please!! We get to the next part of the border – Immigration I think – and we all have to get off the coach AGAIN and pick up our bags and trudge through to this immigration hall. Hmmmm…..should we not have our passports at this point?! Oh that’s right – this is farce city isnt it – so they get a local that’s been a passenger on the bus (obviously a mate of travel guide dude) and he has a handful of passports in his hand and starts trying to read out the names on the passports!!!!!!! WTF?!?!? This is crazy!!!! Eventually, we manage to decipher what he’s saying and we all get our passports – they’ve been stamped and we walk through to the other side and we’re in VIETNAM baby!
Back on the coach again and it takes just under 2hrs to get to Ho Chi Min. We get dropped off and straightaway I notice….no crazy tuk tuk drivers!!! The taxi men arent even that bothered to get a fare – yay!! No more hassle!!! We get the map out and head for the hostel. Its called the Yellow House Hotel and is down a wee alley way. The woman on reception is really nice – room is on the 5th floor tho – ugh!! How knackering with backpacks!! There are 2 beds pushed together and one mattress. Nice n cosy! Haha! We shower and head to this pub next door – Allez Boo – have a nice noodle seafood combo and just get our bearings. We find another bar and its 2 4 1 on beer – but you have to go up 5flights up to the roof terrace – its lovely tho – when you get there!! We stay there for quite a while and end up having a BBQ up there – you have it on your table – a built in bbq - how smart!? Well impressed! So far, loving vietnam!!