So after the fiasco of finding the hostel, we woke up in a room with no windows, no aircon and a fan. A fan for me would be sufficient if it had worked properly, and was not stuck facing one way. Therefore there was no air circulation, and when two people are in different, separate beds, quite a distance between them, this can be a problem. Basically it was hot. However, after that sleep I felt a million times better than I had previously, so I was still in a good mood. We made our way to look round siem reap and to get some food.
At first it seemed to me that there was not much around in the proximity of our hostel, which was annoying. When we got to the roundabout there was a park lining the road to the north east of us, there we happened to stumble upon a collection of upmarket (compared to street food) boutiques, cafes and restaurants. We mooched around and settled on a place named 'blue pumpkin', we both had a very good breakfast for the expensive, but not extortionate price of $5. We lounged on their sofas and recuperated after the previous day's illnesses. We then decided to have a crack at lunch, a small rectangular pizza type thing. It was way too much for my stomach to handle and after two bites I had to admit defeat.
We asked the waitresses where the old market was and she pointed in the direction of our hostel. Slightly confused we walked for around 2 minutes and sure enough, a vast market. Shopping time. I purchased some of those dickhead gap yar trousers, mainly because I had been bitten to pieces the night before, encountering 49 bites on my legs (yes, I counted.) I also purchased two tops, I bartered my way as much as I could, however it is still definitely not my forte.
Once our purchases were complete we decided to go back to the hostel, have a shower and rest a bit more. On our journey back we came across the night market, which was a lot better then the one across the road, it had more interesting products and was not as compact. The produce I particularly liked was the fairtrade, one of the shop keepers was explains to me how they use the sustainable resources for their products, what goes in to what, who makes what etc. I genuinely found it interesting.
Further in to the market I was approached by a spa, snap decision made and next thing I know I am getting my armpits waxed for the grand total of $6. I was lead in to a quiet room and put on a mattress on the floor, the woman then brought over a pillow and told me to sleep whilst the wax was heating up. Once heated she came in to wax me, technician changing half way, I wasn't sure why, but went with it. Later I was to find that the first one had not been too great, and had either burnt my skin, or just been too rough/not had the right technique and my armpit turned in to a scab type thing, that flaked like bad dandruff. Excellent I thought (sarcastically). But on the bright side I no longer had hair in my pits.
We came out the other side of market and we're pleased to see that the hostel was just to our left, we were in a good location after all!
Tired from the days travelling, heat, shopping and walking, we decided to go to bed, especially important due to our planned early rising the following day to see the sunrise at Ankor wat.