Poor Anja, had a bit of a rough night last night. First, she's awoken by an unusual noise which turns out to be puppies mucking about after somehow sneaking into the bungalow. After a failed attempt at evacuating them, they find their way back in, then an old Khmer man stumbled around the room trying to round them up. After falling asleep again, she's woken by Seb and Martin post-skinny-dip, drunker than they should be, trying to find their respective beds in their birthday suits.
So, I'm hungover again, just like the Saturday before. But it was worth it for the hip-gyrating on the dance floor.
It's a slow day for obvious reasons. I've wanted to try and maintain some sort of fitness regimen while here, but it's not easy. Today I really feel like a health kick, and we eventually motivate ourselves enough to rent three bikes and go for a ride. We've waited too long, and it's the hottest part of the day. The sun bites, and the bikes are shite – no brakes, no gears.
We go 15 minutes one way, find a dead end, and ride back. So much for a health kick. We ride the scooters into town to a good ribs place Seb knows, then we're drinking beers on the deck over the river and I'm feeling just as unhealthy as yesterday.
A longboat picks us – and a few French ex-pats – up for a sunset and firefly cruise. Sareth, a very affable member of Samon's staff, comes along with us and chucks a case of beers in the boat with us. Lightning cracks and thunder rumbles in the distance, I haven't seen an electrical storm in a while, and it's spectacular. It starts to rain, which means the fireflies aren't as active. Nonetheless, we still see a handful of them, flashing green in unison in the branches hanging over the slow-flowing river.
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| With Anja in Kampot |
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