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make lunch. Apparently she had been drunk texting about how much she
loved him and missed him and he must have recanted a little after
telling me he wasn't interested to see her again.
A part of the problem is
knowing how helpless the girls are here and how attached they become.
You do end up feeling very responsible for them, it's like having a
pet that totally relies on you only they usually don't **** on the
carpet and you get to have sex ...
... the end result was good, it looked
like it was meant to be that colour. The frame had been welded and
touched in with the right colour paint so his bike was starting to
look like someone owned and looked after it.
He had bought new
indicators, a front sprocket and wanted me to fit them. When he
arrived, two hours late he had already had them fitted, along with a
new set of grips. I gave him some mirrors I had lying around, half
black and half ...
open by himself if he heard us moving about. I fed him a pork bone
which he took gently and then walked off to his bed to chew it to
pieces. When Saiem got up and went to the front door, he followed
her, taking the bone with him as if one of us might steal it from
him. He was starting to learn to stand his ground but was gentle
enough that her or I could take the food right out of his mouth and
he'd simply let us.
Like every other human,
... s actually his name), saying that the confirmation of a taxi he gave us yesterday (25 hours ago) has been superceded by a phone booking he took an hour ago, so doesn't have a car available. You MASSIVE ****! But anyway, we go out for Indian and will sort that out in the morning, either by bus or taxi, or helicopter or dragon or flying carpet or just by booking an extra night here and another day at the machine gun range Mmmm, "flavours of India" 2 mins round the corner and we get ...
... with which the sandwich is filled is somewhat up in the air! That night (as well as the next few days...) proved a slightly sick one, and meant we spent twice as long in Phnom Penh as we intended! The bus journey itself was a funny one, as we had paid for the absolute cheapest service. A mere $7 each to get from one end of the country to the other! It turns out this is the kind of service that Cambodians themselves use, and we were 2 of only 5 foreigners on board! ...