We only had one full day in Ban Lung and we used our time as best we could. We hired some motorbikes and went to visit the 4 waterfalls in the area (although one was lacking water). The second one we visited was easily the best, and most crowded. The entertainment included a giant waterfight and wrestle around with the local kids. And also watching the crazy sons of bitches jump from the top of the waterfall which must have been 20 meter high. These kids probably weighed about 20kg anyway, so they didn't go very deep. Insane stuff, but brave none the less. There was also a massive rope bridge here that everyone was swinging on (again very stupid) and making all the little kids cry.
When we left, Maj forgot to take the chain off of his bike so when he tried to drive off the chain just snapped, luckily no damage, but got blessed with the name meathead from Abbie. You deserved that one bruv. The last area we went to in Ban Lung was a volcanic crater that was now a lake. We went swimming here and found a floating log, so we were trying out the cartoon methos of running with the log on water. Didnt go down too well in real life.
This was the most secluded area of Cambodia that we have visited and the language barrier was strong here. There wasn't any banks or western unions here so we had to wait until Laos to get our monies.
We met Vince in Ban Lung, a designer from Brick Lane in London, who recommended a bus that was travelling over to Laos the following day. Since we were having problems finding one we joined him on the bus to cross the border. On our travels we switched minibuses in Stung Treng (Cambodia side still) and met 3 lads from Leeds. Now these guys were straight loonatics, as you can imagine, leeds scum at its finest. They were drinking the Cambodians answer to guiness known as 'Black Panther' (nothing to do with any racial uprising group) and they were snorting diazapan aka valium, on the way to the border (and had knocked back over a hundred in the last few days) What a great idea guys.
We got the border and were made to pay a dollar fee for our exit stamps (taking....) and our visa's (the.....) and our entry stamps (piss!!!!). When the Cambodian customs pursposefully stamped my passport on a blank page after I asked them not to, I lost my temper a little and started having an argument with them. Maj managed to calm me before the Ak's were drawn luckily. Im running out of pages god damnit!
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