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Mon 7th January -
Up at 0730hrs and said goodbye to the boys.We got dressed and went to the Killing fields. Again, another destination on our list that does not rank highly.A very depressing and heart-wrenching place. This is where Pol Pot buried the bodies of the people he had killed and a glass monument full of hundreds of skulls stands in memory of his victims. Still every day is a school day so enough learning for us two, it was time to hit the market for a bit of retail therapy and made it back to the hotel in time for the bus to Shanoukville. Woohoo 'oh I do like to be beside the seaside'!! 10 mins into our journey and the bleedin bus has broken down. Fan Frikin Belt!!Surely the driver holds at least one spare in the event of such an event happening. NEGATIVE! He sends some small man on a bike to go and retrieve a new part as he ploughs his head into the engine to make him look busy and to stop people from askin questions he can't answer. The wee fella returns with a new one, yes finally. No no no….of course not, it is the wrong b******in size. Driver puts his thinking cap on and comes up with the best plan ever, he gives the guy the old fan belt and tells him to try and get one the same size. Baldy and Laney are perched up on the kerb at this point praying that the boy has an ounce of savvy and gets the right one. We are sweltering in the midday sun and Sue is trying to take cover under the shade of a passing ant. Again the guy returns and thank Buddha he has the right part.Back onboard the bus which has now turned into the world's first moving Sauna (quick sue jot that one down as a business idea) we are on the road again. We arrive in Shanoukville at 7pm and jump on bikes to take us to town.We are perched on the back with our bags on our knees and no helmets on, swerving potholes and oncoming traffic. It's funny how you easily accept such things you would never dream of doing back home in PC, health and safety conscious Britain. We book ourselves into a wee bungalow by the beach for 10bucks a night with no A/C and no hot water. We take a Baltic splash under the tap that is to be our shower for the next wee while and head out to the beach for some food. After our meal we are swinging away happily on our beach swing and drinking our Vino when all of a sudden out of the darkness we see the boys. They probably think we are stalking them (or wish). Anyhoo we make the most of the night and follow the pumping beats to a place called the Dolphin Shack. After a short time we are all smashed up and singing and dancing. Eh Up!!! there's a bit of commotion on the dance floor and Laney doesn't appear to be with the gang.Low and behold some black guy is getting lynched by Laney for grabbing her top. Sean dives to the rescue and pulls the guy away so as to keep him out of harms way. Never mess with a Munro eh?!! A fun night was had by all (except the black dude) and we all hit the sack.
Tuesday 8th January -
Laney wakes up in the boys' bungalow and doesn't have a Scooby how to get back to her pad. She takes off on her own and makes it as far as the road before turning back to ask the guys to accompany her. Finally after about a mile hike she finds The Bald Palace only to realize that the resorts are back to back with each other. The day is spent at the beach to cure the hangovers and Laney and Sean went to the market to buy a Frisbee and a ball. We played around all day and then went home for net then out for dinner. The s***test service possibly know to mankind was given at this restaurant. Laney had her meal first and had to wait over an hour before Bald was served last and finally finished, and the wine that was ordered never came as the guy hadn't made it back from the shop with it. Still all this s***ty service came with a smile so we couldn't be too angry I guess!! After dinner we rented out a cinema room which was pretty cool, full of big bucket chairs a huge flat screen telly and over 300 DVD's, a Nintendo Wii and an Xbox and so many munchies to keep you entertained all night. The place was run by a guy from the US of freekin A and he was just throwin it out there, no Biggy!!
Wednesday 9th January -
Got up and went to the beach to get pampered. Laney got her legs threaded and her under arms bloody PLUCKED, she almost passed out when she saw them comin at her with the tweezers. Pol Pots sick torture techniques fairly rubbed off on his people after all eh? After her pedicure she lay back and rested here aching pores whilst Sue got he pegs threaded and her Hebrews done and a wee manicure to finish her off. We managed to barter them down to a couple of quid as no person, poor Cambodian or otherwise deserves to be paid more for inflicting such pain on another human. The boys appeared and we all lay about and swam for the rest of the day.We stayed off the booze tonight and went to the pictures as we had a boat trip planned for the next day.
Thursday 10th Jan -
0745hrs boys and girls are ready for their big day out. We got breakfast and then boarded the little boat that was to be our transport for the day. We had far to go and only a tiny lawnmower engine to get us there so we all made ourselves comfortable and enjoyed the scenery. Arrived on the first island and got chucked in the water with a snorkel. Not too much to see, just some rocks and sea urchins.Off to the next island and played volleyball on the beach with the boys and another chap who was freakily white and resembled no other human being in the world, whom we aptly named the milkybar kid. Now Susan failed to tell us she had hidden talents and used to be a bit of a shark at the old Volleyball. She kinda slowed the game down with her serves as they wouldn't go over the net so we adapted the rules to suite her short arse needs and allowed her to merely throw the ball over the net. However this too proved to be too much of a task and the ball kept rebounding off the net and whacking her in the chops. Games a Bogey and we all hit the sea!! After a swim we had BBQ'd barracuda for lunch and then set off on a Famous Four adventure over to the other side of the island. Laney has become quite accustomed to the climate and ways of living and walks with feet unprotected by flippen floppen thru the goat s*** and coconut litter. We chilled for an hour on the other beach and Laney cleaned the s*** from her feet and we went back to the boat.It was roasting hot onboard and Baldy took cover in Ross's shadow. Next stop and last island was for more snorkeling which Laney and the bald opted out of as they wanted to just float around in the sea after their hard day out. Back ashore we booked a restaurant for the evening and went for a fruit shake on the beach. We went home for showers and to use the internet which is about as fast as Steven Hawkins trying to traverse the Sahara desert. For the first time ever we had a fantastic meal and quality service , which was all due to the fact that the restaurant was owned by Brits. Stuffed to the brim with steaks and wine we didn't know what to do with ourselves so decision maker Sue took us to the Utopia bar. Ross was sensible and just chilled for the night by our table whereas, me Baldy and Sean got all messed up and en route home Laney fell from Sean piggy back and cut her knee.Baldy hunted down some party and in all the commotion somehow along the way Sean broke his camera. Sure it was nothing to with Laney faling off his back and taking him down with her.Another night of too much voddy!!!
Friday 11th January -
Me and Baldy are meant to be getting our bus at 0900hrs but Laney and Sean persuade her to dinghy it as we are intoxicated and it would be a horrendous journey (and it only cost 4 squid). Excellenty we are off to the beach again without a wink of sleep. After some serious Frisbee throwin we headed home for an hours kip and went to book our bus for the second time. We went for a s***ty Cambodian run Indian then the cinema before saying our goodbyes to the boys.
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