I’ve not had good luck with water transportation on this trip. It all started out innocently enough.
Once out of the river and into the huge lake, I quickly became concerned about our small boat in the high winds and huge waves, with no other boats visible. As water crashed over the bow, we surged up the waves and then banged down into the troughs, our unaffixed chairs sliding all over the deck. I strapped on my purse and wiggled into a life jacket while our guide Nak scrambled astern to help with the rudder. Two and a half tense hours later, we reached the lee of the far shore, completing the roughest crossing the captain had ever experienced.
And then the engine died.
Battambang to Krong Pailin, 58 miles, hilly, rainy, 70s