Emerald Morakat Hotel
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... Instead we opted for an AK-47, one of the cheapest options at $50/clip, but still slightly exotic. Using coconuts as targets was an extra $1/coconut, which was a no brainer (I'm obligated to mention that Nicole hit hers on the first try, an impressive and somewhat disturbing display of accuracy). After shooting through the clip we were given a few photo ops and then got back into the tuk-tuk to return to our hotel. The entire process (including the ...
... Traveling with Robin means shopping. Our next stop was the Russian Market, a very local covered market that has everything from exotic crafts to plumbing and hardware. The women spent way too much time looking at and buying Cambodian silk. Fortunately there were interesting things for me to look at as well. My favorite purchase from the Russian Market was a classic Cambodian style copper urn. Lory also picked up a wooden frog with a bumpy back. When you run a stick over its back, the ...
... we had a good haul, I've learnt how to bargain and how to kind of lie a little bit about how much money I have to old ladies selling converses. In my defence, she lied first. I was like 'Hey converse!' and just as I said 'didn't you say they were $13?" She was in the middle of saying 'Yes, $12..... oh, no, yes $13'. So, ahem, I'm getting the right price.
Also here in Phnom Penh we found a really good restaurant run by a ...
... who together with his wife Kathy run NHCC (New Hope for Cambodian Children) the children's home for Cambodian children with HIV. With around 300 children and 50 or more staff it is a pretty massive organization. Tea helped out as a nurse at the medical clinic while Daniel helped as a teacher/handyman/whatever needed doing. First things first the kids at NHCC were...regular old kids. They were fantastic, funny, stupid, annoying and kind. In other words ...
... of a cheese-grater and the brains of a carrot was exactly
what fitted into their corporate ideal. What didn't fit was teachers
who cared, who were dedicated to the kids and who worked hard to make
their education realistic and fun. That was ultimately why we had all
left. What remained was the real dregs of Phnom Penh. Washed up
losers who nobody else would hire and backpackers who cared nothing
about their jobs.
Eventually, like all the