After waking up at eight with a mouth as dry as my well-worn flip-flops, I plodded around the room for an hour or so before Anjali woke up with a similar feeling. We made it to breakfast and as nobody else appeared headed via tuk tuk to the Phsar Leu market. It was pretty much Birmingham market with lots of Cambodians, with the nice stench of meat permeating your nostrils. Nice. I bought a little handbag to use on those oh-so-frequent nights out for $2, and searched for a clear straw for Anjali's broken sandal, failing miserably. Took a tuk tuk over to the Starfish Cafe that Teah had told us about, apparently it's run on behalf of the blind, who also perform massages there. We opted for a chocolate cookie and a look around the shop! I ended up buying a bottle stop and bottle opener - any patterns emerging here?
We happily bargained the tuk tuk driver down to $1.50 for ou return journey, and then sank into our beds as the hangovers took their rightful places. Deciding we couldn't sleep though, we walked to the beach, unfortunately it was the stretch of beach we'd meant to go to, but nonetheless we stayed there for lack of impetus to do anything else. Anjali ordered some spring rolls, but they came out looking like rolls of grease with onion in them, apparently tasting similar too.
A girl from around London ended up next to us, telling us all about a bloke dying whilst tubing in Laos, and street sellers telling her to go get eaten by sharks when she didn't buy anything. Lovely. She also startled us with a story of being arrested in Vietnam for smoking weed, and having to pay $800 rather than stay in prison for a year! The most stupid thing about that story hasn't been told yet though, as she's still smoking it down at the Cambodian beach every night!
Walked back to the hotel, showered and watched some TV before Bogdan and Tom knocked on the door, having stayed out pretty much all night last night they rightly so felt worse than us. We all headed to the beach for dinner, deciding to walk beyond the standard beach area for tourists, but all we found was less lighting, and worse seating, oh, and a dance class for the locals. Even with the hangovers, we all had buckets of alcohol, accompanied by kebabs and a display of dogs spooning as we ate.
We wandered up to Monkey Republic and bumped into a few of the other lads, where I ended up sharing a few pitchers of beer with Marc as everyone tried, and mostly failed, to play pool with some skill. Bogdan left with some girls, which meant Anjali left soon after, and for some reason I decided to stay and chat politics with American Marc - surprisingly, it didn't all go belly up!
Home for 12.30, again fell into bed drunkenly. Tut tut.