After the temples last week, I had a weekend off from big
plans, so not much to report this week. At weekend I went to Pub Street on
Friday night, then Saturday I slept in, headed to Common Grounds for dinner,
then INTENDED to go and watch the football. Because I’d been eating at Common
Grounds, by the time I got my bike back then walked to Pub Street, I arrived
just in time for second half. Got a drink. By 47 minutes, a pal turned up and
dragged me off to Cambodian karaoke. Promised me we would only be there for an
hour or so, and that I could watch the football. No, apparently not. Was there
for ages. It was quite funny, but I was the only English person so they didn’t
think so. I was so tempted to get up and do a ‘Like a Virgin’, Bridget Jones
Thailand prison style. But I gathered that wouldn’t go down too well. Someone
did Let It Be, which was sort of funny, but sad how much it wasn’t very good. I
was with all lads, so when the girls came in and I was asked to “choose” some,
I was obviously like, erm NAH. So grim. The girls were dead pretty too, and
practically fighting over talking to me, just because I’m white so they think
I’m “beautiful”. Literally, because I am white. It’s the grimmest thing,
they’re well pretty! Cambodians also have this thing about my nose too. They
always comment on how they like my nose. Which I think is just the weirdest
thing. It turns out it’s because they have “flat” noses apparently, and mine is
not “flat”. In other words, they’re keen
for big angin’ noses here. I blame my dad. On the plus side, I think I
could bag myself a beautiful Cambodian man here, because apparently they go for
all white girls with big noses. YAY that’s me.
I’m improving at the orphanage. The first month, if a kid cried, I literally made them cry more. But this week, I stopped two whole kids from crying. Which is pretty flippin’ hard work when you can’t speak their language to find out what is wrong. I dedicate this ability to much drunken-fuelled silly face pulling practise.
It’s getting so much hotter here. Like, it was always hot, but now we’re averaging at about 30 degrees in a day, and it’s raining much less. I miss the rain. Not the Manchester rain, which is grim and cold and never-ending. Just the Cambodian rain, which is nice and lasts 10 minutes and dries up again within 2 minutes. This weekend is apparently raising to an average of about 35 degrees. Good job I’ll be at the beach. Going to some islands to go diving in Gulf of Thailand, which should be just ruddy lovely.
Last but by no means least, I now own Bob Marley pants. My Cambodia travels have officially been a success. CHOW. x
