A bus trip, Malaysia versus Cambodia

Concerning the landscape, you exchange flat land for mountains or hills and rice fields for palmforests and jungle.
For the rest, much more civilized. I feel like in Europe. The road is straight and paved. No bumpings. No Jumps. No holes. No break-downs. I miss the stops every 1 or 2 hours. I miss the rural road restaurants. I miss the rests in the middle of nowhere but where still people -unfortunately also some children- where arriving running (you were wondering where they were coming out) to sell you fresh cut pineapples, fresh cut mangos with salt and chili or grilled salty bananas.
Here, in Malaysia, 1 stop in 8 hours. The break is in a very regular gasstation with multiple clean toilets and with an air-conditionned shop selling the well-known pringle chips, cadburry chocolates and nestle icecreams
The temperature in the bus is perfectly set. Not too cold. Not too hot. There is no mosquitoes to fight with. There is no Cambodian music and no melting romantic karaoke videos. It's no fun!
And at the end of the trip, no motodriver is urging you to sit behind him, no tuktuk driver is competing to take you to a guesthouse. There is no one. No one cares. I guess this is the backside of the medal when people have enough money or/and they follow the country rules. No service anymore!
It is when you are away that you realize how special it was, how much you got used to it and at last what you are missing!
On the way back, I'll try the train. There, no comparison will be possible as almost no train is existing in Cambodia.