The internet connection, along with the barking dogs, the recurrent funeral next door, the heat and the many noises interrupting my sleep, has been making me a little crazy. It's also prevented me from posting about my adventures, and oh they have been multitudinous.
I've been running errands - like buying plane tickets and finally hemming the jeans I've owned for 10 months. I started Christmas shopping and I went to the monthly Euro rave at Elsewhere - where every white expat and fancy gay Khmer dude in Phnom Penh comes to get naked in the pool or lounge and lecherize. The house music leaned more toward Pink Floyd dance remix than spoken word drum and bass, thank god. At least there was no cover.
Mom's birthday was Friday and she was so excited about it she called me when it was still Thursday in California (to remind me?). Living in the future is so cool.
Also on Friday I got my first "Chinese" massage. It involved some violent pummeling, some forced stretching of my limbs over my head, and me in old man pyjamas the whole time. My massage therapist was I think Chinese or perhaps Vietnamese . Her ringtone was a popsong in an Eastern Asian language. While Master Kang's Health Center certainly caters to a certain Asian businessman elite and I'm sure a happy ending could have been requested, the facilities seemed fancy enough that hopefully my masseuse was not a victim of trafficking or exploitation. I gave her a 10% tip which amounted to one dollar.
I planned my trip to Bangkok with one Ms. Paige Austin and my trip to Siem Reap with my periodically enraging father. Now there also may be a plan afoot to see a circus in Vietnam instead of going to the beach on Wednesday? I'm getting out of this city within 48 hours or I'm acquiring a dependancy on painkillers and Cornettos and that's not healthy.
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