Der Tag der Weiterreise nach Phnom Penh ist gekommen und wir starten um 7:00 mit dem Transferbus zum Tonle Sap See. Von hier geht es mit dem Schiff weiter. Wir haben reservierte Plaetze, eine Sitzreihe in der Mitte des Kahns, der etwa 100 Sitzplaetze bietet. Unser Transferbus kommt frueh an und sofort werden wir von den Strassenhaendlern belagert their drinks, stale bread with melting cheese and bananas corners hawking. As the journey takes about 6 hours and promises scorching heat, we shower us with water, bananas and cola. We quickly find that you can get for the asking price twice as much and we are well fed. When you enter the steel coffin, which is vaguely reminiscent of a surfaced U-boat without a tower to be demolished are the reservation numbers and everyone has free choice again. Anja and I are on a three-wide bank, Ralf alone occupied a two-bank and Silke is now on deck as it previously was carsick, or BusSick Seasick forever. I inspect the boat and made up a place in the middle of the roof on which I am also spreading.
It's nearly half past seven, in a few minutes it starts and the places in the interior are largely awarded. Now the actual boarding seems loszugehen first. A growing number of mini buses drive up, tourists move across the narrow wooden plank on the boat and then hand over hand, luggage loaded on a 35-inch wide border that runs around the boat, leave in the back of your luggage. I am standing on the roof of the boat and lie in wait for the first passenger who makes a false step, but the brown broth of the Tonle Sap encourages all to maximum benefits to this Snap-Shot and I still refused. Expeditiously to make up the semi-circular roof around me and after a few minutes the boat was overcrowded hopeless. More than one hundred other passengers Now crouch on the roof, braced with the feet on the railing or crowd in front of the boat on a narrow Standflaeche. At last we set sail and until we reach the open waters of the 240 x 90 sq km lake, I think my position on the deck to the bustle of the locals who live in stilt houses and floating houses to watch.
When we will reach after an hour of the open water there already unbearably hot and I sit down in the interior. Thanks to air conditioning it is bearable, but any of the stench sent for marine diesel quickly to the point and I sleep only once for 2 hours. When I wake up again the sea is somewhat revamped in the first rows are constantly spurting from the beginning Gischt geduscht und das Boot schlingert etwas. Die Sitzposition ist super, da die Sitzflaeche knapp unter der Wasserlinie liegt sieht man den See immer auf Augenhoehe vorbeiziehen und die Gischt die an die Bulaugen spritzt scheint einem direkt ins Gesicht zu schlagen.
Als der See nach 4 Stunden wieder in ein breites Delta und schliesslich in einen Fluss uebergeht, gehe ich zurueck an Deck und erobere mir mit sanften Draengeln einen Sitzplatz auf der Kapitaenskajuete. Die kommatoesen Decksgaeste mit Ihren krebsroten Koepfen haben jeden Widerstand aufgegeben und ich habe leichtes Spiel bei der Platzwahl. Jetzt fahren wir noch 2 Stunden durch, auf dem Fluss angelegte, Felder mit Wasserhyazinthen, vorbei an Reisfeldern und Fischerhuetten. Kinder in Schuluniform paddeln vorbei, Fischer us to wave, floating cities line the river and provide insight into the daily life between the Mekong and Tonle Sap. Our arrival, after two hours on deck, just in time because I also now look like Perry Rhodan and the red planet, where the Red Planet is my Pear. Thank God I have the time heruntergekrempelt short sleeves, so that the hands and forearms with minor burns and subtle swelling came away. I buckle on the strap of my Clock a hole. I am the type of skin that has come to terms with that, only the brown, which was red again and in a few days I will have a healthy complexion. Some of the other passengers will probably first spend a few sleepless nights, because they can play more in the episode with the blue planet and the cumulative dose of 6 hours have given is free or in the upper body vest. Poor pigs. On
pier we are already expected from our hotel driver to take us to nearby Dara Räng Srei Hotel brings us where we first approve some lemon juice and polish off a chicken sandwich. Our rooms are spacious, but unfortunately without air conditioning, which promises in the 5th floor under the tin roof not a pleasant night, but at $ 8 for 2 persons inclusive can transfer from the port, we do not complain. We are just a shower and then it goes first to the imperial palace. It's a nice facility but nothing dazzling. Then it goes to Wat Phnom, the namesake of the Town whose biggest attraction is a Buddha with electric halo is, outside the temple there are small statues of this where you can throw money by turning on the halo itself. The real attraction here seems to be a horde of wild monkeys, which has taken possession of the hill in the middle of the city and is spoiled by the tourists.
As we pay tribute to slow the heat of the trip, we first eat the delicious Lemon Grass Restaurant, for which we have decided after some astray from the tourist routes. Iun Cambodia does not seem advisable, as in Thailand, to eat at the food stall on the street. Dishes are not fresh and the ingredients seem shabby and unclean.
The life of the tourists takes place predominantly in the evening on a river. Here, where the Tonle Sap flows into the Mekong is the center of tourism, the light show and the big hotels, only a few meters in the side streets and Cambodia end the splendor seen quickly by his bitter and poor side. Mothers of the middle of the night your baby on the Gehsteg place begging to have to keep mines victim to one every few feet their stumps in my face and burn victims where recently formed only a thin skin over the burned flesh in order to have a pretext for seems. We sneak into the hotel and take some of these images to sleep.
The next day we want to explore Phnom Penh little closer. The night was hot and the indispensable fan sounded more like a vibrator, but the boat ride we had done so much in spite of everything we slept quite well. First, we
go to the Russian market the perfect place for mementos, clothes, and is to be fakes of any kind. We are not disappointed, the offer is good, Ralf arises 2 more watches, a well-crafted Rolex Submariner and a fancy for Franck Mueller Silke. Silke takes another 6 ancient Chinese Suppenloeffel fine porcelain and some other things, then we formed a nice teacher cafe where young waitresses to be for lunch.
Now comes the cultural politics of the day was chosen for the Ralf the Genozidmuseeum. When we get there sehen wir, das es eine alte Schule ist, die unter der Herrschaft Pol Pots in ein Folterlager umgewandelt wurde. Toul Sleng, so heisst der Ort, wurde von der Spezialeinheit S-21 zur Folterstaette umfunktioniert, in der etwa 20.000 Menschen der 2 Mio. Opfer, des Pol Pot Regimes, zu Tode gefoltert wurden. Das Ganze hat nichts besonders sehenswertes, in den Klassenzimmern die teilweise in zwei Quadratmeter kleine Zellen unterteilt wurden, stehen Stahlbetten ohne Matratze mit eisernen Lattenrosten daneben meist ein einfacher Gegenstand, eine Stahlstange, ein Klappspaten, ein Benzinkanister oder eine Munitionskiste aus Stahl. So einfach und doch so grausam. Zu jedem dieser Stilleben haengt ein Bild an der Wand, das ein Opfer auf dem Stahlrahmen zeigt und erkennen laesst, as was tortured with the desired object. Glowing coals in the Munitionskaesten, burns gasoline, with the spade undermined kneecaps, verdehnte limbs. Other rooms display portraits of the victims, mass graves, drawings of torture. Upstairs portraits with Exemplary lives of the victims. Simple people who were at the wrong time, wrong place, intellectuals, teachers, doctors, actors, soldiers, people have chosen the wrong profession and victims of Pol Pot's experiment, to form a nation of agrarians, under the leadership of the Khmer Rouge. All are equal but some are more equal. With the same silence reigned in the whole of the plant, we leave the barbed wire fence and collect us first. To us the frustration of not fully surrender, we call once again in memory, as Silke, who had never heard of the Khmer Rouge following lines interpreted lines from our guide books: "In the 70s, drove the" Red Kehmen "the entire population within a week for over 3 years old from Phnom Penh and left to bleed the country. "your interpretation had to" Red Kehmen "an illness or disease are similar to the black plague. The idea that stupid people could bring so much suffering to a people seemed devoid of reality.
The trip has taken us, we drive to the hotel, the other sleeping two hours and I take a cyclo, a kind of bicycle rickshaw to still einmal zum Affenhuegel zu fahren. Hier amuesiere ich mich noch etwas am Anblick den herum tollenden Affen, mache einige Bilder von den Bettlerkindern, die sich im Display meiner Kamera zum ersten mal zu sehen scheinen und dementsprechende Reaktionen von freudig quietschend bis unglaeubig schluchzend zeigen. Als die Sonne untergeht beobachte ich noch einen Schwarm von etwa eintausend riesigen Fledermaeusen, die bis dahin meiner Aufmerksamkeit entgangen waren und in den Baeumen rund um den Huegel gehangen hatten. Die Tiere haben fast die Spannweite eine Kraehe, sind durch Ihre fragilen Koerper jedoch wesentlich leichter. Als der Schwarm in meine Richtung dreht, suche ich schnell das Weite, da ich in Thailand schon einmal in einen Schwarm Fledermaeuse gekommen bin, die nach dem wake up, get natural, first off its business to perform in flight.
I meet with the others in the hotel and we can go to a market which is unfortunately already closed. So we decide to go to a Chinese Seafood Restaurant, we had seen on the road. At the next corner we find a fancy glasses store and Anja since yesterday night, dropped his glasses and a glass is broken, we ask for a spare pair. For $ 30 it takes a stand and even your very strong glasses are in stock, though not usual in the glass quality. For under 100 USD can make the optician glasses ready in an hour and we go back in time eat. What a lucky Anja looked already half of the holiday spending blindly, if your lenses are running low.
go now we are still a nice internet cafe on the Riverwalk. I had yesterday at the Lemon Grass, where the operation could not let your eyes from me, taken away the reputation as a womanizer, but when I almost in that cafe, the three almond-eyed beauties lay at the feet we have asked us what is going on. Anja pushed it to the blond hair, I suspect more that I see in Shanghai too often with one of my colleagues and I have had my something copied from his magical eye. No matter what it was I could enjoy it and that streak should continue for the further stages of our journey. So must Ralf, our delightful Surfers, not the close scrutiny of his wife stay. This burden all alone I will tragen.Am 17.12. follows again a day of travel, this time one of the hard variety. Seven hours by bus from Phnom Penh to Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon) where 3-hour stay, then again for 4 hours in private minibus up to Ralf's kite beach in Mui Ne. The ride is pleasant as expected. We take seats behind the driver, for Silke essential, BusSick, and after we left three hours later the same roads streets of Cambodia, we find in Vietnam a well-developed road network. An hour before Ho Chi Minh City seem kombodschanischen our bus the native conditions to be missing and he gives up the ghost. Clutch damage. Our driver, the replacement driver and henchman go on the whole, quite relaxed. Expertly handles are brought out and tool boxes on the four-lane road, they can within a half hour the bus again to make roadworthy. The whole thing seemed like they did this exercise at least 2 times a week and we are soon out in Sai Gon. The bus stops in the middle of the city in a factory entrance, I'm actually starting from a bus station and we are not sure whether we are right here. Our further transport is organized with a hotel, which is also our resort in Mui Ne operates and the owner of an Austrian e-mailed me a map I had stored on my photo disk. Two, three handles, ein Blick auf das Strassenschild und ich bin sprachlos. Der Treffpunkt liegt 20 Meter von dem Punkt entfernt an dem unser Bus angekommen ist, mitten in einer Multimilionen Stadt. Volltreffer.Wir stellen unser Gepaech im Hotel ab und haben genuegend Zeit um etwas zu essen, uns kurz zu entspannen und einmal um den Block zu laufen. Wir landen inmitten eines schoenen Touristenviertels mit Hotels, Bars, Cafes und einer Vielzahl von Gemaeldegalerien in denen junge Kuenstler alte und junge Meister kopieren. Klimt, Cesane, Monet, Dali, Hopper, Lichtenstein, Warhol ... alles was das Herz begehrt, selbst einige eigene Werke der Kuenstler stehen zum Verkauf. Leider sind wir am Anfang unserer Reise und koennen die Werke nicht einen Monat mit uns herumschleppen ohne sie zu ruinieren, so we content ourselves with the dexterity and good taste of the copyist is to bewundern.Endlich it further to Mui Ne. The four drivers with the Mercedes van. The journey is the horror. Ralf had been in Cambodia remarks, which you certainly believe in reincarnation, as one went there, but here in Vietnam, it seems that cyclists death to look normal. In the four hours I see four major Zweiradunfaelle, a drive a moped drivers are fully back on our van. He rushes gets Schuerfwunden and cuts his fingers on the broken glass as indicators of deep, he is bleeding heavily. The drivers are talking short and it goes on. Our driver speaks no English and we know nothing more about the accident. All drivers of four-wheeled vehicles seem the drivers of two wheels every effort to want to help you with your Suizitversuchen and honk to push for needed every bicycle or moped on the road. Always close to each other by a millimeter. As our driver and we tried to convey to Nirvana as he tried to overtake a truck at night on the hard shoulder, I clap my hands loudly three times and screaming at him in German, after which he zusammenreisst something. At 19:20 we arrive at the Lucy Resort in Mui Ne, and here it looks at first glance to leave. 15-20 Palmdaechern with small bungalows, a kidney-shaped pool with palm trees and were to beach chairs, directly behind the Southern Chinese Sea surges at the beach. Billiard, Foosball table, hammocks, bar, restaurant, clean facility. We pack our backpacks in the beautifully furnished bungalows, start the air conditioning and eating out only once. The disillusionment following the foot, but to eat elsewhere in future. We take one more, two drinks, Anja and I are humiliated in a game of pool, and finish off the day. There are wind and waves, Ralf is looking forward to the first kite day and we managed to go to bed.
It's nearly half past seven, in a few minutes it starts and the places in the interior are largely awarded. Now the actual boarding seems loszugehen first. A growing number of mini buses drive up, tourists move across the narrow wooden plank on the boat and then hand over hand, luggage loaded on a 35-inch wide border that runs around the boat, leave in the back of your luggage. I am standing on the roof of the boat and lie in wait for the first passenger who makes a false step, but the brown broth of the Tonle Sap encourages all to maximum benefits to this Snap-Shot and I still refused. Expeditiously to make up the semi-circular roof around me and after a few minutes the boat was overcrowded hopeless. More than one hundred other passengers Now crouch on the roof, braced with the feet on the railing or crowd in front of the boat on a narrow Standflaeche. At last we set sail and until we reach the open waters of the 240 x 90 sq km lake, I think my position on the deck to the bustle of the locals who live in stilt houses and floating houses to watch.
When we will reach after an hour of the open water there already unbearably hot and I sit down in the interior. Thanks to air conditioning it is bearable, but any of the stench sent for marine diesel quickly to the point and I sleep only once for 2 hours. When I wake up again the sea is somewhat revamped in the first rows are constantly spurting from the beginning Gischt geduscht und das Boot schlingert etwas. Die Sitzposition ist super, da die Sitzflaeche knapp unter der Wasserlinie liegt sieht man den See immer auf Augenhoehe vorbeiziehen und die Gischt die an die Bulaugen spritzt scheint einem direkt ins Gesicht zu schlagen.
Als der See nach 4 Stunden wieder in ein breites Delta und schliesslich in einen Fluss uebergeht, gehe ich zurueck an Deck und erobere mir mit sanften Draengeln einen Sitzplatz auf der Kapitaenskajuete. Die kommatoesen Decksgaeste mit Ihren krebsroten Koepfen haben jeden Widerstand aufgegeben und ich habe leichtes Spiel bei der Platzwahl. Jetzt fahren wir noch 2 Stunden durch, auf dem Fluss angelegte, Felder mit Wasserhyazinthen, vorbei an Reisfeldern und Fischerhuetten. Kinder in Schuluniform paddeln vorbei, Fischer us to wave, floating cities line the river and provide insight into the daily life between the Mekong and Tonle Sap. Our arrival, after two hours on deck, just in time because I also now look like Perry Rhodan and the red planet, where the Red Planet is my Pear. Thank God I have the time heruntergekrempelt short sleeves, so that the hands and forearms with minor burns and subtle swelling came away. I buckle on the strap of my Clock a hole. I am the type of skin that has come to terms with that, only the brown, which was red again and in a few days I will have a healthy complexion. Some of the other passengers will probably first spend a few sleepless nights, because they can play more in the episode with the blue planet and the cumulative dose of 6 hours have given is free or in the upper body vest. Poor pigs. On
pier we are already expected from our hotel driver to take us to nearby Dara Räng Srei Hotel brings us where we first approve some lemon juice and polish off a chicken sandwich. Our rooms are spacious, but unfortunately without air conditioning, which promises in the 5th floor under the tin roof not a pleasant night, but at $ 8 for 2 persons inclusive can transfer from the port, we do not complain. We are just a shower and then it goes first to the imperial palace. It's a nice facility but nothing dazzling. Then it goes to Wat Phnom, the namesake of the Town whose biggest attraction is a Buddha with electric halo is, outside the temple there are small statues of this where you can throw money by turning on the halo itself. The real attraction here seems to be a horde of wild monkeys, which has taken possession of the hill in the middle of the city and is spoiled by the tourists.
As we pay tribute to slow the heat of the trip, we first eat the delicious Lemon Grass Restaurant, for which we have decided after some astray from the tourist routes. Iun Cambodia does not seem advisable, as in Thailand, to eat at the food stall on the street. Dishes are not fresh and the ingredients seem shabby and unclean.
The life of the tourists takes place predominantly in the evening on a river. Here, where the Tonle Sap flows into the Mekong is the center of tourism, the light show and the big hotels, only a few meters in the side streets and Cambodia end the splendor seen quickly by his bitter and poor side. Mothers of the middle of the night your baby on the Gehsteg place begging to have to keep mines victim to one every few feet their stumps in my face and burn victims where recently formed only a thin skin over the burned flesh in order to have a pretext for seems. We sneak into the hotel and take some of these images to sleep.
The next day we want to explore Phnom Penh little closer. The night was hot and the indispensable fan sounded more like a vibrator, but the boat ride we had done so much in spite of everything we slept quite well. First, we
go to the Russian market the perfect place for mementos, clothes, and is to be fakes of any kind. We are not disappointed, the offer is good, Ralf arises 2 more watches, a well-crafted Rolex Submariner and a fancy for Franck Mueller Silke. Silke takes another 6 ancient Chinese Suppenloeffel fine porcelain and some other things, then we formed a nice teacher cafe where young waitresses to be for lunch.
Now comes the cultural politics of the day was chosen for the Ralf the Genozidmuseeum. When we get there sehen wir, das es eine alte Schule ist, die unter der Herrschaft Pol Pots in ein Folterlager umgewandelt wurde. Toul Sleng, so heisst der Ort, wurde von der Spezialeinheit S-21 zur Folterstaette umfunktioniert, in der etwa 20.000 Menschen der 2 Mio. Opfer, des Pol Pot Regimes, zu Tode gefoltert wurden. Das Ganze hat nichts besonders sehenswertes, in den Klassenzimmern die teilweise in zwei Quadratmeter kleine Zellen unterteilt wurden, stehen Stahlbetten ohne Matratze mit eisernen Lattenrosten daneben meist ein einfacher Gegenstand, eine Stahlstange, ein Klappspaten, ein Benzinkanister oder eine Munitionskiste aus Stahl. So einfach und doch so grausam. Zu jedem dieser Stilleben haengt ein Bild an der Wand, das ein Opfer auf dem Stahlrahmen zeigt und erkennen laesst, as was tortured with the desired object. Glowing coals in the Munitionskaesten, burns gasoline, with the spade undermined kneecaps, verdehnte limbs. Other rooms display portraits of the victims, mass graves, drawings of torture. Upstairs portraits with Exemplary lives of the victims. Simple people who were at the wrong time, wrong place, intellectuals, teachers, doctors, actors, soldiers, people have chosen the wrong profession and victims of Pol Pot's experiment, to form a nation of agrarians, under the leadership of the Khmer Rouge. All are equal but some are more equal. With the same silence reigned in the whole of the plant, we leave the barbed wire fence and collect us first. To us the frustration of not fully surrender, we call once again in memory, as Silke, who had never heard of the Khmer Rouge following lines interpreted lines from our guide books: "In the 70s, drove the" Red Kehmen "the entire population within a week for over 3 years old from Phnom Penh and left to bleed the country. "your interpretation had to" Red Kehmen "an illness or disease are similar to the black plague. The idea that stupid people could bring so much suffering to a people seemed devoid of reality.
The trip has taken us, we drive to the hotel, the other sleeping two hours and I take a cyclo, a kind of bicycle rickshaw to still einmal zum Affenhuegel zu fahren. Hier amuesiere ich mich noch etwas am Anblick den herum tollenden Affen, mache einige Bilder von den Bettlerkindern, die sich im Display meiner Kamera zum ersten mal zu sehen scheinen und dementsprechende Reaktionen von freudig quietschend bis unglaeubig schluchzend zeigen. Als die Sonne untergeht beobachte ich noch einen Schwarm von etwa eintausend riesigen Fledermaeusen, die bis dahin meiner Aufmerksamkeit entgangen waren und in den Baeumen rund um den Huegel gehangen hatten. Die Tiere haben fast die Spannweite eine Kraehe, sind durch Ihre fragilen Koerper jedoch wesentlich leichter. Als der Schwarm in meine Richtung dreht, suche ich schnell das Weite, da ich in Thailand schon einmal in einen Schwarm Fledermaeuse gekommen bin, die nach dem wake up, get natural, first off its business to perform in flight.
I meet with the others in the hotel and we can go to a market which is unfortunately already closed. So we decide to go to a Chinese Seafood Restaurant, we had seen on the road. At the next corner we find a fancy glasses store and Anja since yesterday night, dropped his glasses and a glass is broken, we ask for a spare pair. For $ 30 it takes a stand and even your very strong glasses are in stock, though not usual in the glass quality. For under 100 USD can make the optician glasses ready in an hour and we go back in time eat. What a lucky Anja looked already half of the holiday spending blindly, if your lenses are running low.
go now we are still a nice internet cafe on the Riverwalk. I had yesterday at the Lemon Grass, where the operation could not let your eyes from me, taken away the reputation as a womanizer, but when I almost in that cafe, the three almond-eyed beauties lay at the feet we have asked us what is going on. Anja pushed it to the blond hair, I suspect more that I see in Shanghai too often with one of my colleagues and I have had my something copied from his magical eye. No matter what it was I could enjoy it and that streak should continue for the further stages of our journey. So must Ralf, our delightful Surfers, not the close scrutiny of his wife stay. This burden all alone I will tragen.Am 17.12. follows again a day of travel, this time one of the hard variety. Seven hours by bus from Phnom Penh to Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon) where 3-hour stay, then again for 4 hours in private minibus up to Ralf's kite beach in Mui Ne. The ride is pleasant as expected. We take seats behind the driver, for Silke essential, BusSick, and after we left three hours later the same roads streets of Cambodia, we find in Vietnam a well-developed road network. An hour before Ho Chi Minh City seem kombodschanischen our bus the native conditions to be missing and he gives up the ghost. Clutch damage. Our driver, the replacement driver and henchman go on the whole, quite relaxed. Expertly handles are brought out and tool boxes on the four-lane road, they can within a half hour the bus again to make roadworthy. The whole thing seemed like they did this exercise at least 2 times a week and we are soon out in Sai Gon. The bus stops in the middle of the city in a factory entrance, I'm actually starting from a bus station and we are not sure whether we are right here. Our further transport is organized with a hotel, which is also our resort in Mui Ne operates and the owner of an Austrian e-mailed me a map I had stored on my photo disk. Two, three handles, ein Blick auf das Strassenschild und ich bin sprachlos. Der Treffpunkt liegt 20 Meter von dem Punkt entfernt an dem unser Bus angekommen ist, mitten in einer Multimilionen Stadt. Volltreffer.Wir stellen unser Gepaech im Hotel ab und haben genuegend Zeit um etwas zu essen, uns kurz zu entspannen und einmal um den Block zu laufen. Wir landen inmitten eines schoenen Touristenviertels mit Hotels, Bars, Cafes und einer Vielzahl von Gemaeldegalerien in denen junge Kuenstler alte und junge Meister kopieren. Klimt, Cesane, Monet, Dali, Hopper, Lichtenstein, Warhol ... alles was das Herz begehrt, selbst einige eigene Werke der Kuenstler stehen zum Verkauf. Leider sind wir am Anfang unserer Reise und koennen die Werke nicht einen Monat mit uns herumschleppen ohne sie zu ruinieren, so we content ourselves with the dexterity and good taste of the copyist is to bewundern.Endlich it further to Mui Ne. The four drivers with the Mercedes van. The journey is the horror. Ralf had been in Cambodia remarks, which you certainly believe in reincarnation, as one went there, but here in Vietnam, it seems that cyclists death to look normal. In the four hours I see four major Zweiradunfaelle, a drive a moped drivers are fully back on our van. He rushes gets Schuerfwunden and cuts his fingers on the broken glass as indicators of deep, he is bleeding heavily. The drivers are talking short and it goes on. Our driver speaks no English and we know nothing more about the accident. All drivers of four-wheeled vehicles seem the drivers of two wheels every effort to want to help you with your Suizitversuchen and honk to push for needed every bicycle or moped on the road. Always close to each other by a millimeter. As our driver and we tried to convey to Nirvana as he tried to overtake a truck at night on the hard shoulder, I clap my hands loudly three times and screaming at him in German, after which he zusammenreisst something. At 19:20 we arrive at the Lucy Resort in Mui Ne, and here it looks at first glance to leave. 15-20 Palmdaechern with small bungalows, a kidney-shaped pool with palm trees and were to beach chairs, directly behind the Southern Chinese Sea surges at the beach. Billiard, Foosball table, hammocks, bar, restaurant, clean facility. We pack our backpacks in the beautifully furnished bungalows, start the air conditioning and eating out only once. The disillusionment following the foot, but to eat elsewhere in future. We take one more, two drinks, Anja and I are humiliated in a game of pool, and finish off the day. There are wind and waves, Ralf is looking forward to the first kite day and we managed to go to bed.
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