Exposing ourselves to tourists, locals and monks

Sua S'day little ones

Well its the middle of the day , which means that temperature outside is hot enough to melt steel, or failing that, to get Brett to crack and finally admit that he's a Communistic Atheist with an eating disorder. Dude, we all know its true, why not bite the bullet and just come out of coffin?

We last left our fearless and intrepid exporer (me) and his trusty porters and serfs (the others) in Battabang, where we all went off to learn to cook, Khmer style. It was like one of those cooking shows where they take complete morons (all of us this time), and tried to get us to make local cuisine. It was cool, they gave us giant demon blades and we got to hack things into tiny pieces, eat all sorts of crazy things, and fry it all up on an open pit of fire. Well thats what it felt like anyway.

This is after having gone to buy all the ingredients fresh from the market. We kept it simple, but on offer in the market where everything from live fish, to eels and frogs. Very intense, specifically with "You buy, you buy" appearing to be a customary Khmer greeting.

At some stage of the fight we got given the option on how many chillis to throw in, and you could kind of see the wall rushing towards you when the fearless cooking leader started smiling when we picked five. "Greasy foreign decadent dogs will feel the full force of Montezuma's revenge", well at least thats the feeling i got.

And Montezuma came to visit, in full bore Revelations style of well, fire. The sweat and full force of the full garlic plant that we'd eaten where evidently gushing out of every pore. More fire, which lead to beer. Many beers, many drunken stories about past shenanigans, all the while being stared at incredulously by Spanish, and the FreckledOne, two of our fellow tourists.

The next morning the gods where not smiling on us when we had to wake up at the Crack of Dawn, Nasty dirty crack, plumber style, and get on a boat. The early morning blew, the boat was brilliant. We cruised down this river seeing all sorts of things, then onto a lake with House boats and fish traps, and pigs in cages and cruised for many many hours till we got to Siem Riep.

Here we wander around, ate in a cool garden restaurant, where the butterflies are caught by streetkids to give it this awesome atmosphere (I'm totally for child labour like this, same same, but different), tried to haggle (lost badly, think we might have ended up paying more than the first price), bought some sarongs and a hammock.

Today we've been to this cool assed ruin thing in the Ankor somewhere. You can see some of the photo's. We decided that the boys needed airing, and went off on tour wearing our sarongs. Korean womenfolk fondled our legs all day, but not sure whether that had anything to do with the dresses.

The sarongs are brilliant, the boys love the breeze, big lefty is trying to get me to buy more.

So this temple ruin thing in the jungle is brilliant. i could sit here and write many many tales about it, but they're going to sound like "there was this rock and it had carving on it and there where some rocks on top of other rocks and some rocks where in the corner, and non of them where from Boksburg". so we're not going to go with that, as its kak, and well rock is starting to sound weird to me.

We'll post pictures instead

Ended up buying beads from a gipsy for a dollar, when the little skamp of a kid went "if you buy these, i can go to school". Super funny.

My ADHD is calling, time to go outside and play.


Later days

el Bastardo

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