On a trek through the jungle in central Cambodia last year, we got a tip from one of the villagers about a large plane that crashed some 30 years ago into the side of a mountain a couple days walk away. For the next 1.5 years, we dreamed about trying to find it but nothing materialized due to the remote location and the time investment required to attempt a visit. One thing was for sure – this was the greatest adventure Cambodia had to offer.
Finally this weekend, enough courage was mounted, enough planning done, enough time off acquired to attempt this crazy journey into uncharted mountains and jungle.
We decided that we would bicycle into the village to arrange a guide. From there we would have flexibility to carry our bikes across rivers and over trees while trying to follow ox-cart trails. This is exactly what we did. When we reached the village there was good news and bad news. The good news was that our contact from last year (the only one who knew the way)