North Along the Mekong Week 6 29th May 2011
Obviously there is regional fashion associated with stacking wood.

These are the most regular piles we have seen.

In front of us is a bridge over the Mekong.

We are in Kampong Cham.

Only one more roundabout to negotiate.

And note carefully how the car coming in from the left is giving way not only to the van in front of us, but to us as well.

We moved very carefully, even though he was stopped and gave no indication of movement or impatience.

The Mekong is very wide.

Haven't quite relaxed into driving through this sort of traffic yet.

But we got there.

The guys making a left turn at the junction did so by cutting diagonally through the oncoming traffic rather than sitting waiting in the middle of the road for a gap.

The pipes from the pumps are a sensible length.

Both tanks are being filled at the same time.

We figured the risk of getting contaminated fuel at such a ritzy looking establishment was relatively low.

In case you are wondering ... yes, I traced both pipes back to their respective pumps, and made sure that the blue nozzles really were for the green pumps which were diesel.

At a previous establishment the long pipes meant we could fill both tanks without having to move Tardis.

The fuel must have been expensive (about A$1.10 / litre) as we were given 3 small cans of pepsi and two bottles of water.

Recognised it at last.

Some of you may remember those stalks that were in the ground. Either having been harvested or planted.

This looks like the same stuff growing. Acres of it on the rising ground where rice growing is impractical.

Its tapioca (casava).

Its the tuba like bits in the roots that are the important bit. They look a bit like large sweet potatoes.

Unfortunately that photo really was too blurry.

It looked like the tapioca needed quite a bit of attention.

We saw several gangs of farmers weeding between the rows. Either a communal effort (the fields were relatively small) or company labour.

All sorts of house design along the banks of the Mekong.
Thatched roof, woven walls, timber walls, tin roofs, tiled roofs.

Plain steps, ornamented steps.

One room, multiple rooms, decks.

Every which kind and combination.

Quite a few more bailey bridges.

This one had extra steel plates.

We suspect they have been here so long the original deck plates are getting a bit thin.

The sounds of crossing are interesting to say the least.

From one of those bridges a sizable tributary.

We think these are fishing platforms with dereks to manipulate nets.

In Aus people hire halls, or erect marquees in their gardens.

In Cambodia we've noticed a couple of times where people take over half the road.

The traffic simply goes round.

Easy really.

One for the pure scientists to quibble over.

Its the top of the sign for one of the fuel station chains.

Sambok Mountain (a 93m hill overlooking the Mekong) has a nunnery and a monastery.

These rather bizarre (to us) images are painted in a shelter halfway between the two.

We'd noticed similar on a wall outside Phnom Rung in Thailand.

An aspect of Buddhism or Hindi that we perhaps don't understand yet. 

And some more. Partially obscured by bags of cement as the building was used for storage.
A glimpse of the far bank of the Mekong.

Beautiful sandy beaches!

The nunnery had appropriate female images in their temple.
Beautifully painted.
The monastery, at the other side of the hill, had male images.

And note the clock on the left hand side.

There goes my ideas about religion and time. Though I still suspect Buddhists have much less use for a watch than us Westerners.

At least its not stuck on the side of an oversized bell tower demanding instant obedience whenever it chimes.

It rained and we collected more water.

A few willing helpers turned up.

The headdress on the left is one of those typical Khmer thingos.

Every time I got out of the Tardis something in the corner of my eye caught my attention.

Those statues are very imposing. And more of the baseball bats (swords) remembered from Angkor.

The movement that never happened reminded me of the stone Angels from a recent Dr Who episode.

We stopped the night here, at the foot of Sambok Mountain.

Kratie to Stung Treng Along the Mekong Week 6 30th May 2011