Gosh.... another 5 more days to go in this dreary place!! We simply cant wait to get out of Phnom Penh :(
Headed for brunch as we woke up pretty late. Basically, we had abundant hours of sleep thru' out this trip. Probably, sleeping is a more meaningful way of spending our time rather than the worthless sightseeing. At less, sufficient sleep helps to rid of our dark eye circles and eyebags whereas the bad air in Phnom Penh will probably give me more outbreak and worsen my sinus. :(
Anyway, we settled for a shoddy looking cafe as we felt that the restaurants in town will be cheaper than the quayside restaurants tat are infested by tourists. But when we flipped the menu, things were the same price as the quayside! The Cambodians are damn good at ker tok-ing tourists. They will present different menus to different groups, depending on which 'sucker category' you belong to, with markup prices of at least 3-5 times more than wat the Khmers eat at their restaurant. Seems like whichever country i go to, i am always the big sucker with my fair skin and dainty looks :P Bet the Kuali face from my office can get a discount of at least 50% as his chocolate skin and oily hair can pass him off as 99.9% authentic Khmer.
Our hunger pangs forbid us to search for another makan place. So we ordered our usual Khmer fried rice, noodles and SC's favorite sandwiches. SC & Sean as usual, needed their dose of caffeine, so they ordered a coffee each. Then i noticed a queer looking residual sitting at the bottom of SC's transparent cup .... Initially, i tot it was probably some undissolved coffee powder, but with a closer scrutiny, it was actually LIZARD'S POO!!! Sean & i strongly felt that it is some lizzy shit, but SC tried to convince herself tat it was coffee powder. When we pointed the suspicious thing to the waitress, she gave a disgusted and apologetic look. Bet the Cambodian lizards must have mistaken the cup for a toilet bowl and forgot to flush -_-"
We took a tuk tuk and visited the Russian market like Bangkok's Chatukcha and Royal palace etc. Took some snapshots of the streets and the locals.
A local praying to the monk
Streets of Phnom Penh ( Edited to give a more nostalgic feel)
Pretty Cambodian gals
Royal Palace
Who is that Crazy gal running under the hot sun??
I felt really exhausted and my sore throat was getting much worse under the scorching sun. So i bought some medication from a pharmacy and went back to the hotel to rest. After shower, i started to get feverish and cold tremors. The miserable towel, that is supposed to serve as a blanket didnt help much to soothe my condition.
Didnt go for dinner that night as i was already half dead due to my fever and cough. At that moment, i wish i was in Singapore, at least i could seek proper healthcare and family's TLC.
sob...sob... i missed home!! I was telling myself if i cant recover for the next 2 days, i will get another one way ticket back to SG!! But SC will sure kill me for tat ... :P
But i did get some TLCs from them especially SC, who went out in the dark to get anti biotics for me and checking my temperature in the night to make sure i am fine :) I have to say this although it sounds really cliche : "A friend in need is a Friend indeed"!!
8 comments:
Wow. You come off as a real snob. Do you know anything about Cambodia or its history, I wonder? I don't think the country will miss you at all...
Well said anonymous. You are obviously a not a very broad minded individual.
I am neither a Cambodian nor a historian, how much can i learn as a tourist in Cambodia for a week? if u often find roaches or lizard poo in ur food, it is just like a daily cup of tea. Oops!! i have just proven myself as a real snob, but who cares!
Correct, you are neither a Cambodian or a historian. But, you are a racist if your use of terms and descriptions are anything to go by.
"7 Days of Adversity"... give me a bloody break. I suggest you should read a book about Cambodia's not so distant past and you might learn about adversity.
of cos my adversity is nothing compared to the Cambodians who had suffered during the Khmer Rouge days.
I do sympathize with them, but tat doesnt mean i have to experience the same hardship b4 i can use the term 'adversity'.
Coming from a much thrive and prosperous country, this trip was definitely an eyeopener for city dwellers like myself. So wat is ur blardy problem if i consider tat as my personal threshold of adversity?! Maybe i should change the title to "7 Days of MY Adversity" -_-"
That is exactly what you should change it too...
From the perspective of someone who reads blogs I find your self absorbed prose fairly disheartening.
Oh, and not to nitpick, but "storey" is actually spelt "story" and if you are going to use English slang it would be better if you spelt "blardy" as bloody.
I'm being patronising and elitist, right? How does it feel, I wonder? Now, you know...
FYI, i am not affected in anyway by the comments from those 'holier than thou' creatures, who dont even have the guts to sign off their names. Sorry to disappoint u!
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The word, 'Storey' refers to 'stairway', not literally 'story' as in 'chronicle'. And 'Blardy' is considered as a slang over here. >_<" It is sad that some people are simply lack of creativity and imagination. :(
Lastly, this is my blog, my thoughts and ideas may or may not fit into ur vision of who i shd be. If my behaviour doesnt make any sense to u, that's too bad and just get lost... Maybe its more worthwhile to save ur comments for educating ur offspring....
Your post reflects some shortages in my country. However, it's 80% incorrect.
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