I rolled into Siem Reap in early afternoon.
The 5-hour trip had been relatively uneventful barring negotiating cattle dogs and psychotic SUV drivers
who would wait until the last moment to overtake thereby forcing me into the curbside dirt.
The only moment of real anxiety was a group of 8 pilling out of a
tuk-tuk who then stood looking on as I approached them at 60 mph.
Instinctively I tooted
pharp-phaaarp.
They looked back with little more than bovine curiosity.
I braked cautiously, still tooting.
Four decided to made a break for it, whilst the others looked on.
Then two ran across.
I am braking hard now - when the last two bolted across.
I was barely a few metres away.
I locked the back wheel up and ... the bike slewed sideways.
Clearly I was going down...
THUNK... Something had hit the rear right side of the bike.
Hang-on... I was still on the bike and upright.
I looked back, expecting to see an inert figure on the road.
Mercifully, I saw the last two had made it across.
And, after considerable thought, when I had got my breath back;
I believe it had been my boot, which I must have dabbed down, when I had locked the back up and had been thrown back against the pipes.
After that heart-stopping moment I meandered into Siem Reap to check in to the charming & stylish
Mysteres d'Ankor
guesthouse run by a couple of Frenchmen.
www.mysteres-angkor.com.
When recounting my near crash experience they correctly, put it from a Khmer perspective.
The highway runs through their hamlet and they were unused to speeding bikes.
They were right. 'Nuff said. Lesson learned. And no-one, thank God, was hurt.

An oasis of calm in a city that is pullulating with package tour hotels catering to the 2 million visitors annually,
who come to this ever growing construction site to see a pile of old ruins.

Golden Light on a golden bike.