Decline to recline

As I sit on the bus from Sihanoukville to Phnom Penh I pen this post.  I feel there should be a new international law implemented.  Having travelled much of Australia, New Zealand, Vietnam and Cambodia by coach, this is something I’ve experienced on numerous occasions over the years.  Indeed, not only on coaches: in cars, planes and even ferries.

 

What is she rambling on about I hear you say: Reclining a seat when someone’s pert posterior is perched on the place behind.  Being 5’10” has its advantages, but also a fair few down sides: meeting men tall enough to consider dating, finding trousers that aren’t hoisted at half mast up your calves as if you’re mourning the death of their designer; and cramped leg room in public spaces.

 

So here’s the deal.  I pay for my ticket, jump onboard, get comfy and the clown in front (who is usually 5' f*** all) decides they’re now incapable of normal homosapian posture, instead choosing to adopt a horizontal position and attempt to amputate my lush long legs from the knees down.  If said comedian speaks English you can at least explain your situation, which 99% of the time will be resolved quickly and painlessly for all parties.

 

If, however, you are faced with confronting a non-English speaker: good luck.  During our previous bus ride, Mr Amy found himself sitting behind a middle-aged Cambodian woman, who attempted to recline her chair, only to be met by his knees and 2’ framed oil painting.  After getting her attention and making the appropriate gestures towards long legs and oversized souvenirs, she still wasn’t budging.

 

As a scenario I find particularly frustrating, inconsiderate and unnecessary, Amy rage ensued.  It doesn’t happen that often, especially here as Asia teaches you to let a lot of things slide; but when it does rear its head, you’d better watch out.  Pounding my fist on the back of her headrest repeatedly soon sorted her out.

 

A xx