We were almost a little stunned by the time we'd returned from the Killing Fields and S-21. Not really knowing what to say to each other we gravitated towards the bar of the hostel, the lovely Velkommen Inn. After a couple of glasses of the local beer our tongues loosened and we started sharing stories with the other travelers in the bar. The fun really began we introduced ourselves to the small group of Poles.
Fancying something a little stronger then Ankor beer, and not wanted the rest of the bar to miss out on the fun, they bought and we quickly shot our way through as least a couple bottles of Vodka. Na zdrowie. Vivat!
Needless to say, my memory of the night is a little hazy. I know we managed to convince the owner of the Velkonmmen Inn to come out with us. I remember dancing very enthusiastically. Greg was surrounded by local girls vying for his attention. Holly had a dance or two with some of the local prostitutes, who were great fun.
By the time we got home we were all a little sozzled. Steph caught 6"2 Greg swinging on the very flimsy bunk-bed frame and told him sharply to go to bed. To which he just smiled at looking a little gormless!
A real mix bag of people and a very fun night!