The most memorable part of Saigon for me is the traffic... imagine trying to cross a road with 15 motorbikes in a row traveling one direction, and another 15 forming a row going the other direction. If I wasn't hiding behind locals, I waited for 20, 30 minutes and held my breath while crossing, too afraid to look
Month: July 2009
In Phnom Penh, we went to visit the S-21 death camp where Pol Pot and his regime killed thousands of people, then went to the killing fields were mass graves were made.
Sihanoukville is a small, chill place to hang out for awhile. Lots of westerners working in the bars and restaurants though, which was weird. We got extorted by the police who demanded $10 from us for driving a motorbike