by Barang_doa_slae » Mon Jan 05, 2015 10:16 pm
Crossing back along with my family and car tomorrow at koh kong.
I have had so many stories there over the years.
Starting in 2000 when I found myself waiting the opening from 5 am next to an American with 20kg of milk powder in a sport bag. Since then some of the best ones included spending more than 10 hours in the thai custom house being rightfully accused of smuggling by sea a jet ski over to KH. Another time as I was rushing to Bangkok hospital to get my guts opened, I couldn't cross due to too many passports. The one with stamps not matching the car license, had to head to back PP to get that done the very same night.
Nowadays, I just use the famous khmer style queue jumping technic if their is any unreasonable backpack wall in front of the window. To achieve so, just open the door without knocking bad landlord style, say hello and a joke only staring at whomever look like medium high rank, a silly joke or little nonsense chit chat and hand the passports telling you are in a bloody hurry to drive back home. Brings puzzled looks but never failed till now and no shame whatsoever.
Only money possibly handed over would be to the custom officers that let the car in.
Crossing back along with my family and car tomorrow at koh kong.
I have had so many stories there over the years.
Starting in 2000 when I found myself waiting the opening from 5 am next to an American with 20kg of milk powder in a sport bag. Since then some of the best ones included spending more than 10 hours in the thai custom house being rightfully accused of smuggling by sea a jet ski over to KH. Another time as I was rushing to Bangkok hospital to get my guts opened, I couldn't cross due to too many passports. The one with stamps not matching the car license, had to head to back PP to get that done the very same night.
Nowadays, I just use the famous khmer style queue jumping technic if their is any unreasonable backpack wall in front of the window. To achieve so, just open the door without knocking bad landlord style, say hello and a joke only staring at whomever look like medium high rank, a silly joke or little nonsense chit chat and hand the passports telling you are in a bloody hurry to drive back home. Brings puzzled looks but never failed till now and no shame whatsoever.
Only money possibly handed over would be to the custom officers that let the car in.