Battambang made me feel like a city halfway between Thailand and Vietnam. This cute little place was under the French power for a long time, like in Vietnam… That maybe explains why the architecture at some point is so similar. After a fruit shake (this is the best breakfast you can have in Asia) at the White Rose, recommended by my friend Marion, I made my way to the Bamboo Train. It is an attraction for tourists now but they will probably stop doing it soon as Australia had a contract to regulate some roads and a lot of other things about transport in Cambodia. Or maybe I’ve heard somebody who’ve heard somebody who talked to somebody about it…. Something like that.

    
    
    
    
I was in Battambang, that was a reason enough to do it but if it was a dangerous activity, I had to check it out!
Instead of taking a tuk tuk to go there (it’s funny how you can try to save money on that but you will always spend dollars to spend a good night with people you just met in a backpacker at the bar…), I decided to walk. I didn’t know the distances, I didn’t really know where it was but I thought I could ask on the way. 
    

After 20 minutes, I entered in the deep countryside… And realized my shorts were not a good idea… Always have a sarong on you in Cambodia. It saves your life sometimes. It can protect your head from the sun, covers your ass on the beach, act like a pillow in the bus, allows you an entrance to a temple or have the respect of the locals in the countryside who are really covered up even under 40 degrees Celsius. I’ve even heard a traveller (hello Travis) who used it once to soak up his pasta. Asia or the power of smiling and the power of the sarong….