After a restless night in a jungle, a wakeup call from a rooster at 5 am, a walk in downtown Sihanoukville (which is officially a dump) I find myself on Serendipity beach, drunk on 3 glasses of cheap beer. At 4 pm. Everything’s funny when you’re drunk. And you find yourself fighting over 50 cents–with a kid peddler–over a bunch of bracelets that don’t fit you and/or look ugly. Here’s a picture of a boy to keep you entertained:
I can cook like a Khmer. I’m pretty awesome… … although Susie has issues cutting limes…
Fishy cheap labour? Tickles like pins and needles. Khmer seafood; cheesy…
After a long bus ride from Bangkok (6 hours) we arrived at the Thai border town of Aranyaprathet. I’m totally glad we did our research. Everywhere we’ve read said that this crossing isn’t nearly as bad as it used to be before the Khmer and Thai governments clamped down on scammers and started to police the area more, but for 2 people who very rarely go out of our comfort zones and hate confrontation, there was a large element of fear involved. ...
Day 1: Driver: “Enjoy your temples” Me: “We will! this looks AMAZING!! Angkor Wat is beautiful!” Day 2: Driver: “Enjoy your temples” Me: “Kinda tired, but yeah sure. My feet are a bit bruised from wearing crap sandals and hiking 2km uphill, and I have a distinct lack of money from the fact that beggars are everywhere, but yeah; I’ll enjoy them. Even though they’re all starting to look the same. ...