When you think you are about to die..

...your palms go sweaty, your heart starts to race, you feel your stomach twist, and all the blood drains from your head as you being to shake with adrenalin....everyone must of had this feeling, weather you nearly got run over, caught an edge on your skis, had someone pull out infront of your car, or that split second when you realise you are about to fall down the stairs.. imagine that feeling happening about 400 times for 3 hours, and you may guess how we felt yesterday when we stupidly decided to catch a taxi from Siem Reap across Cambodia towards the Thai border.
The taxi was a RHD Toyota (in Cambodia they drive on the right) couple that with a dirt track similar to the Dakar rally, with pot holes the size of small craters, massive trucks, buses, a few water buffalo, 2000 motorbikes carrying houses on the back seat, 4000 school children riding bikes, an a CRAZY Cambodia taxi driver with 3 foot long hairs growing out of the moles on his face doing 80kmph overtaking EVERYTHING and not being able to see!
He would hurtle towards the bridges which are half the width of the roads, not aiming for the middle of the bridge - but the steal gurder on the edge, until the last meter when he would swing the car across the bridge.
Overtaking was usually 3 trucks abreast of the road, with another 2 trucks aiming head on, then pulling in with meters to spare. He would pull out to overtake (remember he cant see because of the dust, and the RHD car) I would see the truck crashing towards us and think no way can he make it....my bowels would start to loosen as he goes for it! As we were overtaking, the lorries (or us) would hit a pot hole and the car would shudder and skid towards to lorry, but some how we missed each time.
You have NO IDEA how scared we both were!!!
I can't really describe how bad it was, but Sam lost her sanity and started wittering on about Roast dinners for 1/2 hour, i couldn't really listen because my hearing had gone with the fear but occasionally she would tap me on the shoulder, stare at me then say "What about a big roast", then a second later "..is a small one better..", then "we could sell 2 types of roast", then ...." I would love a roast".. crazy.

Anyway..we made it to the border and across to Bangkok, we both have stiff necks, and a different outlook on life after the ride..

P.S The taxi drivers weapon of choice is a Toyota Campra, they are the only cars that can do the run without falling to bits, they overtake any 4x4.. and appartently never break.