From above, the hot, tropical midday sun beat down. From below the dark red-brown rainy season mud splashed and splished around, often upwards on to the motorbike riders surrounding us.
We, and almost the whole city were heading back into town after the nation wide festival. The two lane road was being used as a four lane road. From our car we had a great view of the mini buses, motos, and various other vehicles that were packed full, as an Aussie I would say more than full.
I’ve lived in Asia for four years but I’m still amazed at the amount of people and things that can be packed into houses, beds, classrooms, cars, buses, on bikes, motorbikes and other vehicles I’m not sure what to call.
“I can’t believe we didn’t think to bring the camera.” Soeun said for about the fourth time. Even my Cambodian husband was amazed at the sight that surrounded us.
Rice sacks, backpacks, suitcases, guitar cases, bundles of sugar cane, motorbikes, bikes were tied on to the tops and sides of vans. Arms and heads could be seen protruding out the windows. Sometimes the hands would be letting rubbish fall on the ground, and sometimes the heads would be ejecting vomit.
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