Zelma’s Trip

In the morning I woke up feeling decidedly achey but couldn’t really decided what was ascribeable to the terrible bus journey and what was the result of a literal night on the tiles.  Our “pick-up” was actually a random motorbike that you had to pay for.  I apparently had a strange ticket and was taken to a coach company office where they made various suggestions ranging from the ticket being fake to me having to pay again.  I wasn’t in the most tolerant mood and sat there giving them death stares until they sorted it out.  I was then taken to a proper bus with aircon.  The only problem with this bus was that the woman sat next to me didn’t strictly fit on her seat and occupied half of mine.  That and the girl behind me throwing up so that it stank of sick – well until I put tiger balm under my nose.  I’m not entirely sure if I prefer having a cold and no sense of smell or not.

When we arrived in Siem Reap I sat down on my bag to have a cigarette and was truly mobbed by motorbike drivers.  I shared a tuk-tuk with the Spanish couple (who apparently had a more legitimate ticket than me) and we checked into a lovely guesthouse.  My room at the guesthouse is huge and they have a bar with good views which sells fifty cent beer.  Unfortunately Angkor Beer does not seem to be quite such a good brew as Beer Lao, although you can buy that as well ;o)  I had a few drinks and played a local guy at pool.  About three shots prior to when the game probably should have ended he had a bit of a tantrum as he was losing and stormed off down the stairs.  I wasn’t quite sure if he was coming back so continued only to completely miss the black.  He didn’t come back….if only he had have known!  A couple of people from the guesthouse invited me to go out with them for dinner and we had a pleasant Mexican meal.