Ok so at 4am I was asleep in my naff $3 room. It was really really hot so I was as nature intended and without a cover. A wall-mounted fan was keeping me cool just enough to sleep. A bloke opens my (stupidly unlocked) door and stood there a second. I woke and looked up to see him. "Whoa!" I croaked, still bleary-eyed and trying to figure out what was going on. "Whoa!" responded the stranger before shutting the door quickly. And that was the end of that little episode. At breakfast I met two Americans that I had last met in South West China. I'd mentioned Gabi and Jess ever so briefly in my blog on Day 51 so it was nice to meet them again. They had "done" Vietnam while I was in Laos and so we were all here now in Cambodia. I didn't have the energy to go around the temples at Angkor again so day 2 of my 3-day pass went to waste. Instead I spent the day around the markets, cafes and shops of Siem Reap. At dinner Siem Reap brought one more surprise meeting - Dutch duo Arjen and Audrey were in town! I had last seen them in Kunming, China and had spend a few weeks traveling with them so I was really chuffed to see them again. I introduced them to their countrymen Bjorn and Susan and we shared a great many drinks at the restaurant. As the five of us all headed home I left the group after spying Premiership football on a the TV of a small guest house. Liverpool were making light work of Fulham so I grabbed a seat. The only other people in the bar were Cambodian and I chatted with them about the football. There were three of them and they were all holding bits of paper. They turned out to be betting slips and I had a look and asked about how gambling works in Cambodia. Liverpool's game finished 4-0 and I readied myself to go. One of the guys said that Bolton were on next against West Ham and if I wanted he would take me down to the bookies so I could have a look myself. I accepted in an instant and off we zoomed on his motorbike the few blocks to the bookies. It was more of an outdoor market with strip lights illuminating the hordes of parked motorbikes and punters outside. I could tell who was in charge - a guy with a table (that was probably a restaurant table by day) and a pad of slips. Next to him was a television with pundits discussing Liverpool's win and a white board with odds for the next game scribbled up. I walked up to him and put $5 on West Ham, he spoke good English so the transaction was sorted quickly. I got back on the bike and we got back to the guest house - the match had just kicked off so I sat watching intently and bought another beer. West Ham ended up conceding four without answer and Alan Pardew was sacked the next day. Oh well, looks like I wouldn't be going back to see how the pay-out worked!
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