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No cards needed! Cambodia, though, where I spent vast leagues of time, I despised. As with anything though, I learned things. When I land in a new place, the first thing I do is walk for hours. I love getting lost in strange places. I love accidentally discovering interesting places I may not have come across were I driving. I love walking down a street and drinking in the environment surrounding me. There are people everywhere. And the further you get into Viet Nam, the more bikes there are, which means that instead of two columns of traffic, you suddenly have to cope with twelve.
Viet Nam, in spite of having about a hundred bikes to every car, is far more organized, but the crossing-the-street situation is still so intense that, in the tourist districts of town, there are people there solely to help tourists get across the street. The rhythms of Southeast Asia, however, are wildly removed from anything I know.
When I first landed in Bangkok, there were certain streets I had troubles crossing. Now, after Cambodia and Viet Nam, streets that once left me paralyzed seem calm and laid back in comparison. But honestly, I would have rather explored it myself. In the Mekong, they kept waking me up at 6am to go do something wretched, like see a fish factory.
So waking up at 6am for four mornings straight was basically my personal idea of hell. But that , I could have handled. What threw me was being, essentially, stripped of my independence. Sure, I had lots of time to go visit places and wander about on my own. I spent much of that time feeling like a little kid being taken on a field trip. I know lots of people do this and have no problem with it.