The airport was huge, compared to Siem Reap's one, of course. We expected something similar to Bangkok's airfield but it was completely different. We stood in line for the passport control.
His name was Samy and he offered to take us to several places. In the beginning we were bothered as he did not stop talking on the way from the airport to the hotel and we thought he tried to sell something.
We checked in at the Hotel de Paris, a small hotel owned by a friendly, old lady. Our rooms were OK, but we asked to be transferred to the newer part of the hotel. The stomach ache of my wife did not disappear. |
