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Day 3
We had a bit of a lay-in which was nice after the solid few days of traveling. Used the free afternoon to hit the net and write the last blog entry, after that we went to a floating village. I was shocked, yet happy with the state of our boat: old fashioned, fast with no life jackets – a refreshing break from the PC world (not the computer shop, in fact I quite like the shop, I mean Politically Correct…you probably knew that…well if yopur so smart then what should I have for dinner tonight? I hear the fish is good here, or was I told not to eat fish, or was that only if I’m far away from the sea, but I’m near the sea…where was I again….we’ll have to wait and sea – haha a pun – no pun intended – or was it intended – but what is intention, tention, like tension, like that between conflicting countries, which is often political, but which is politically correct? oh ye I was talking about the Politically Correct world. Was this still all in the original bracket?? – I think it was) Anyway, the boat. If this trip was in England (and Hashem help us if it was America) we would have had to have a 20 minute orientation video on the dangers of boating narrated by Troy McClure, who you may remember from such boating orientation videos as 'an idiots guide to boating', 'my wife left me so I decided to buy a boat', 'A Samalyian pirate boarded my ship, can I sue?' and the ever popular 'Rocky 15, the return of the Cambodian fighting ship'; an emergency drill session, whilst the health and safety officers would outnumber the group members 5:1. On the way there, lots of begging boats approached us and at one point a tiny little girl actually boarded the boat selling beer. My heart melted, but after she asked for 2 dollars (which is an absurd amount for a can of beer in Cambodia) it very quickly solidified again and I told her where to shove it, in my normal calm and polite way.
The floating village was actually very pleasant and the sunset was simply spectacular. I got my first offer at local Asian cuisine as a lady, Julie, now known as Me Julieeee from me head until my goooolies, kept wanted photos and hugs from me – it’s a hard life!
That evening we had the worst dinner ever. We were told we were on the way to an all you can eat – sounds perfect right. However this was one of those mental (in a Ricky Gervais voice please) places where you cook your own food. Why on earth would I want to cook my own food? If I wanted to cook for myself I would have stayed in and cooked for myself, but instead I came out to a restaurant. A RESTAURANT! Its like paying for a massage and them handing out the oils and then going massage yourself. MENTAL! I didn’t want food poisoning so I didn’t eat anything and thus the restaurant/ wholesaler who made 300% profit on me was a waste of time. It’s not fair!
Pissed off, I went straight to bed and set my alarm (properly this time) for 4.30 ready for the sunrise at Angkor Watt.
P.S I haven’t read this blog back in order for it to sound absurdly random and ridiculous– no apologies.
I have to go out now - i'm at the beach - its looks like Maga - should be fun - sooo i'll write up the rest of the days tomorrow.
Apu ma
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