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We left the homestay at 8am after random, but very nice, garlic bread and omelette for breakfast, to set off for Sihanoukville on the private bus. Sihanoukville is apparently named after Cambodia's king, I think there was more information, but I was happily listening to Peter Kay on my Ipod. I must have looked a raving lunatic as I laughed at random times on the ride, but I doubt anybody noticed so all's well!
We had lunch together at Monkey Republic, owned by three British blokes, before I headed back to the hotel to cool down - I didn't fancy a day at the beach burning again.
Out for drinks in the evening, where Teah did some matchmaking with some of the lads and random girls in the bar - I felt like I was caught between lions and their prey as I sat in the middle of them all. The Australians compared their beaches to Cambodia's, forgetting England's are mostly pebbles!
We all walked down to a bar on the beach that the random girl said was good, but it didn't look too busy so Tom and I took Teah home, although not before one drink at the local prostitute bar, Utopia. Even Teah looked uncomfortable there!
Rolled into bed, feeling guilty for keeping Anjali up after her attempt at an early night. I must stop drinking beer just because it's so cheap!
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