My journey to Battambang was uneventful with the bus full of Cambodian and the ride being bumpy on a tiny highway. It took longer than the time I was given but that not unexpected with Asian time.
As I arrived about nine in the evening, I hopped on a motorbike taxi to a guesthouse, where I checked into a private room (my first one since travelling). It was lush having my own space and relaxing without worrying about my possessions.
Battambang is a small town with no so much to do. The main reason I came here was to break up the journey back to Bangkok and to see a different town to Siem Reap. There were only a handful of tourist around the area.
As I was only in Battambang for one full day, I decided to hire out a motorbike to drive around. I had been told to keep my belongings close as there are a lot of theft in Cambodia.
First, I drove to a crocodile farm: I’m not sure what I expected but it was a small place, where they had 400 crocodiles in a pond. It was pretty cool to see but they were so still they looked like statues. They had a couple of baby crocodiles, where I got to hold one. I was screeching while it was squirming in hands: it was tiny and such a great experience. I spoke to the lovely lady there, finding out about the crocodiles. I rode around town looking at the different statues around and temples before having a papaya salad for lunch.
In the afternoon, I drive 15km out of the centre to , which is a huge hill with temples and the killing caves. Usually, I think most people walk around but I was able to motorbike the hill. On the roads there were several monkeys running and climbing but since developing a fear of wild monkeys (my friend got bite by a monkey in Phuket a few months back), I did not want to go near them. There is also a bat cave, where hundreds of bats leave at sunset but unfortunately I was there at the wrong time.
I didn’t meet anyone in Battambang so this was the first time I actually felt like a solo traveller. Before having an early night, I dropped off my bike and had some local food at the night market: noodle soup.
After packing up my stuff and a slow start to the day, I caught a mini van back to Bangkok, crossing the border at Poipet. Last time I did this crossing, I had to wait three hours to go through border control getting into Thailand. This time, I was pleased to discover that I was in a queue for about five minutes. The journey was pretty standard with the arrival time later than expected. I got the BTS to my old housemates condo, where we shared stories of our travel adventures over noodle soup at our regular street vendor. It was so nice to catch up before I left Bangkok.