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Na, hat eloszor is hulla faradtak vagyunk, ismet egy nem kicsit faraszto napunk volt. Ugy kezdodott, hogy reggel 9 korul elmentunk baratunkkal Shyta-val es tuk tukjaval a floating village-be, ami egy folyora epult falu - a neve Kamplong Phlok - ami ronkokre epult hazakat es szereny korulmenyeket takar. A kepekrol talan majd ki is derul, elegge …
Warning We have done rather a lot this week so I would recommend that you treat this week's entry like The News of the World and just look at the pictures. Day 142 - Tuesday 13 January Chuffed, relaxed, well slept, hot showered and right handed are just some of the things that we are not this morning. Except showered and hot. On all fours, moving …
... usually with girls
names. My BMW is named 'Bella' because she's beautiful (to me) and
was assembled in the Aprillia factory in Italy, the name meaning
beautiful in Italian. My XR400 is Xara, Marcin's KTM was 'Katie' and
Steve was working on the name for his KLE.
Xara had proved to be an
excellent motorcycle. I had long had my eye on an XR250 which is a
common sight in Cambodia, the lightweight body was a luxury after
hauling my BMW650 through the dirt. A ...
... We spent 20 panicky minutes trying to find our hostel until a very nice shopkeeper pointed us in the right direction. So we grabbed our luggage, got back on the subway, and headed to the airport. We arrived just as our flight was boarding. So just a 75-minute flight, and we made it to Phnom Penh, the capital of Cambodia. And seeing as how we arrived at rush hour, we then spent an hour in the back of a tuk-tuk (a bike/taxi hybrid) inhaling exhaust and crawling to ...
myself, Steve, several other teachers and most of the campus
co-ordinators. His job was looking unstable.
It's a sad fact that
people like him are far too common in this part of the world. Most
teachers are invariably backpackers or sex-tourists looking to earn
some *****-vouchers. The end result is that it's the kids who suffer
and frankly, that's the only thing in my job I really care about.
Lunch was served at the
cafe. Nothing special ...