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Travel Blogs from Phnom Penh
August 21, 2013
We woke up this morning with high hopes.. if there is no wind, then the boat crew will be able to come around to our side of the island and we can board directly from our beach. Everything was looking good until the moment that the captain was trying to pull up to the beach. The waves were too big. Nooooo!!!!! The jungle …
... snapping at him
with his version of a grin.
Saiem had cooked for us.
She'd made me her own recipe of tofu with various vegetables and it
had come out tasting delicious. For her and Steve she'd made pork and
mushroom which smelled good at least. She nervously fished for
compliments even while were assuring her it was delicious.
We were both tired and
Steve left early. I struggled to keep my eyes open and eventually
just gave up and rolled off to bed.
... left the
keys. It had also not been run for around a year. That wasn't a good
start. The man showing us the bike let me try it out, I jumped on the
rear shock hissed and squeaked. He told me it was the spring, I told
him it was the shock. He said it would only cost $50 so he clearly
already knew it wasn't the spring but something more serious. I
rubbed the rubber gators up and down the front forks and there was
clearly leaked oil in them so the suspension at both ...
the father left and supported her mother who had a gambling problem,
she really shouldn't have expected a man to simply provide her needs
unless he made a solid commitment to her. In fact she was moaning
about no longer having $200 bottles of perfume and that her boyfriend
suspected her of being a lesbian. I laughed out loud at that point
which didn't go down very well.
The roads were still
appalling due to the roadworks but we struggled on in any ...
... I'm wondering if it is a special day, maybe the end of Chinese New Year? There is so much money folded and poked into every little statue, under their arms and in the folds of their sarongs. The average income here is $1 a day, that's 60 pence. Poor people giving whatever they have to their religion - I wonder who will really benefit from their donations.
Back out into the strong sunshine and down the steps to buy some much needed water. There's a monkey tied to a ...