So, in my previous entry on my trip to Kelantan, I wrote about my solo road trip to Rantau Panjang from where I crossed over the famous Golok River and marked my steps on the Thai soil almost in no time. It was such an easy business doing all the stamping of passport at the Thai immigration office in Golok. They’d help you fill up a form and you only need to pay RM2 for their little help. I couldn’t…
It was a mixture of somberness and excitement as the bus moved slowly against the traffic jam, then past the rows of heavily French buildings in Phnom Penh, from its denseness to scarceness and finally out into the countryside where all we could see were kampong houses lined up along the roadside with expansive paddy fields in the background. It’s always sad to say good bye to a place that you have traveled to and grown quite fond of because…
It would be the day when we’d have to say good bye to the beautiful city of Phnom Penh. Thinking that we didn’t have much time to spare, I grabbed my shoes and went for a little run on the riverside of Tonle Sap river. It would be my very last run before I joined a few thousands runners to battle it out at the Angkor Wat Marathon.