The bus arrived at the Thai border in a couple of hours where the ordeal began. Border crossing by bus is not fun. First you que for at least two hours and inch by inch move toward the counter, hauling whatever luggage you have with you. (Unless, like me, you have a dear Cambodian girl accompany your guitar and suitcases on a trolly.)
Then, after inching to the first counter and receiving your exit stamp, you following the crowd across a scorching hot landscape toward the next shelter where you . . . que again. It's the heat that makes things seem worse than they really are. No, maybe it's the stupidity. Well, that, too.
That's when I realised that if one is serious about touring around in SE Asia, one needs to learn how to travel as light as possible! One certainly should not carry a guitar inside of a hard shell case.
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