Day 3

The first thing that happened this morning was that I got up to update this blog on the balcony, and when I had finished went inside and forgot the warning of “don’t leave anything on the balcony as the monkeys will get them” I left just about all of it including my mobile, so the next thing I heard were people shouting and when I went out the lady on the next balcony had my mobile that somehow she had managed to rescue from the monkey for me. Wont do that again.

Unfortunately today was a bit of a lost cause, I woke up in the morning, early as usual, and developed the worst stomach cramps, that I really couldn’t move for most of the day. Marty spent the day in the cool watching TV with me and eventually went to the pharmacy and got some pills that soon fixed me up. No diarrhoea or vomiting, so not a tummy wog, just incredible pain. Marty actually said he quite enjoyed spending the day relaxing so I didn’t feel too bad.

I had come good by dinner time so we at least made it out for a delicious Khmer meal

Day 4

Well we were up for some excitement today after a day of rest, so went for a walk for brekky & then organised for an air-conditioned car to take us for a tour. We started with S21, the Genocide Museum. Pretty shocking stuff, and to make it worse it was incredibly hot and humid, poor Marty was really suffering. Then we went to the Killing Fields, which was even more shocking. The photo on my web albums of the temple is actually full of skulls.

Then onto the Russian Market.  For those of you that have been to Asia, you will understand about the markets. They are mostly the same wherever you go, but depend on the development of the country as to what quality of stuff is available. Cambodia is very underdeveloped (more like Vietnams poor cousin), so what was in the markets was not of any interest to us. But what made it worse was the smell. Decaying flesh didn’t even come close to describing it. So we lasted about 5 minutes.

We were offered the Royal Palace (apparently similar but not as good as Thailand’s Palace which we had been to) and the National Museum, but not being into museums and It being so hot and all, we gave both of them a miss for today.  We made it back to the room, I was up for a massage & Marty wanted to cool down, so off I went, by myself, on my own, without Marty, to find a massage. Their was one just around the corner, “healing hands” with blind masseurs. My God!!!!!  I have had massages in a lot of countries but this one beat them all. I have absolutely no tension what so ever anywhere. And for the grand price of $6, I am going back tomorrow. When I got back, I found Marty extremely happy that the Melbourne Storm had beaten Parramatta Eels in the footy, so we both happy little vegemites (wouldn’t mind some actually, miss my vegemite).  

Went to dinner last night at the Foreign Correspondent Club (FCC). Very colonial and had a lovely meal. Then walked back through the streets. It really is a beautiful place. Talk later.

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