Karaoke, pillows and other Cambodian things.
Hello My dear fluffy bunnies.
Hope all is well in your various worlds.
I have been biding my time, storing up various experiences to bring you what I humbly hope is a simply superior post. Alternatively I have just been too lazy to write.
After our first week here I wish I could talk to Rose of two weeks ago, I would say;
“My dearest Rose please take head of these few vital pieces of information,
1. Just because when you arrived in Broome it was 20 degrees hotter than you thought it would be does not mean Cambodia will be the same. Take your sleeping bag with you dear one, because Sam will insist that the fan be on full all night even if it is only 15 degrees. And a sarong is not sufficient. And you hate being cold.”
-The reason that the fan must be on you ask? well you see, the mosquitoes – the vicious malaria carrying mossies that are out to suck Sam’s blood, and infect him in return are very sneaky. So you see, the ones that get through the very annoying mountain design mosquito net, or perhaps the ones that are immune to the liberal spraying of deet on net and skin and clothes are foiled by the blowing fan.-
2. “Also grow to love Karaoke/pop – in every form, the Asian Pop industry gives you tooth decay with just a glimpse. (film clips are a big thing here.) People watch hour after hour of them.”
I don’t actually have much to say to me, we actually packed really well, pretty light and not too much excess. Mum- separating my clothes in bags was genius everything stays really neat and so easy to find. Also Rolling (as opposed to folding) is the way to go.
So far the food has been excellent though Sam asked for toast and Vegemite this morning (it was on the menu) and he was bought warm bread and some sort of fish sauce/Vegemite/bbq sause combo. Needless to say he didn’t try it. But apart from that the food has been wonderful. The veggie thing has been a breeze so far. Found a great curry place – though a bit pricey for the two of us with drinks starters and mains it’s a whopping $12 USD for dinner. In Siem Reap we were paying about $6 USD.But it is very yummy. Trying a few new places today.
I love walking about the city and we have walked pretty much the length and breadth of the whole place, the markets in Siem Reap were amazing. PP markets are honestly huge and full of more things than you can possibly imagine that you never wanted, and a lot of dried fish.
So, lots to love- one big complaint. The pillows, admitedly we pay about USD $6 a night ( at the moment we are paying 7 because we wanted hot water, we also have Internet, TV and aircon.) but the pillows suck. They are like huge bricks that I am sure are to be used as weapons as opposed to helping you sleep. Smiley guesthouse had the worst. – I resorted to using my clothes as a pillow instead. As I write this it occurs that if that’s all I have to complain about -no work eating out 3 meals a day ectera- maybe I should shut it.
Love to you all, Take care.
Rose xoxox
Now listen here my little tea and scrumpet. Harlet of lies and deception that you are. Bender of truth and the will of lower mortals.
Don’t believe what this tart tells you people. I have been in south east asia for 8 days now. SURROUNDED by filth, bugs and the most ninja looking mosquitoes you’ve ever damn seen and I have sustained a single mossie bite. ONE!
I got this mosquito bite solely because of Rose. I am rather fond of Rose, so every once in a while I try to be reasonable and do some sort of activity with her. This time, in a seemingly unfathomable act of martyrdom I agreed to go downstairs of the Smiley Guesthouse – a known mosquito magnet – and read a book with her.
I went down there, mosquito repellenting in my glory, except one tiny spot on my lower back. I was chilly, but instead of going back to the room and abandoning my sweetheart, I decided to stay and keep her company. This was my first mistake, and never to be repeated.
To keep my frail and love-struck body warm, I raised my knees up to my chest and had my feet on my chair. This did the trick, but little did I notice the back of my jumper had ridden up, revealing my soft, pink flesh and a mosquito with nothing to lose took advantage of my distracted, read-to-please self and sucked my blood, injecting me with god knows what.
So the moral of this emotional tribute to maybe one of the greatest and most selfless men ever to cross the path of a lady emerges….
Even though he risked danger and as evident as ever by reading the above post, personal ridicule, Sam is willing to put all on the line to keep Rose amused. And she shoots him down in flames for trying.
Rose is a horrible person, and Sam is trapped in Cambodia, behind fine, black mesh.
Clothes as pillows, for shame. Whats the use of power and money when you can’t get no damned soft pillows eh. What a shit country.
Why did you ever go away when you could have stayed at home and got ross river virus or more appropriately murray river encephalitis in clean surroundings and comparative luxury? Malaria can be fun…just think of all the tonic-laden quinine laced with gin…