soooo, we had breakfast at Mandalay Inn, and bade farewell to the staff. we bought this awesome, really, 16 USD was it, Mekong Express bus ticket. it's a bus ride to the capital. so excit- what. the. heck. that's the bus? uh yes, Mekong Express was crap. some awesome entertainment though, we had a guide who spoke, okay he tried, and it's for the tourism industry, english, and georgeof the jungle in cambodian dubs. and there was food, and bottled water. yes, 16 USD. for 11USD, heck 8USD even, you coulda gotten some other bus company, and i'd recommend that.
we rode through the countryside, kinda cute, little villages built along the roads. was a few hours bus ride and then, to Seam Reap.
Seam Reap, entered the city, got off bus, grabbed a tuktuk and headed for guesthouse. we saw the uh, hill, temple, thing, from amazing race was it, the travelling guy pointed out, he'd watch amazing race religiously. for a capital city, Seam Reap's, fairly decent. however, and hey, i might be biased, and dun quote me on this, when it was night, it felt like i coulda get mugged anytime. yes, no thanks to you wanna get high? and the lake, there was the lake. lake?
guesthouse's called Number 9 Guesthouse(no hot water) and GEEZ IT'S SLEAZY. GOSH. DAMN. as i recount this i get goos- *shudders* SLEAZY. S.L.E.A.Z.Y. but that's in the night. the day, we went to the genocide museum. i'ma not a great fan of stuff like these. the travelling guy insisted we go.
so we went to this, S21 compound place. it's a school converted into a interrogation camp. and gosh, was creepy man. and it's not death that scares me, or stuff, it's uh, so twisted. reminds me of my primary school, mountbatten primary, and yes, you know you're old when schools like these no longer exist. it's got this innocent look of a school, but the stuff done on those grounds, horrids. classrooms become torture cells. the pe area where blood's spilled. personally, i didn't feel like i had the right to walk on those grounds. i was a damn bloody tourist, and this hallowed place's become some museum. tourist attraction they call it. right.
though i must say, makes one think. it's pretty sad how communism's abused like this. we also walked through these classrooms where they put up portraits of them political prisoners. black and white pictures. malnourished, some without limbs, bruised, burnt, but they were all so handsome, so pretty. it'd look as their pictures were taken, they'd summon all their hatred and defiance, put them on like masks, go ahead, take my picture, i dare you to, they'd taunt.
i will never forget your faces.
we took the tuktuk and went to the night market, evening, really, sun was setting. it's pretty cute, like, paya lebar pasar malam, thing. had dinner, bought this cambodian yong tau fu thing, sat on the floor, yes, they all do, like picnic, and ate, till it turned dark. and then it was back to the accommodation. GOSH IT WAS SO SLEAZY AT NIGHT. there were ang mohs and girls and smoke and booze. personally, i'ma okay with sleaze, you wanna sleaze, go ahead. but i think there's a place to sleaze, and a place to sleep, it's like you dun shit where you eat. but i'd like to put distance between the sleaze and me when it comes to kooning time, i ain't comfortable sleeping around sleaze. not sleeping around sleaze, sleeping around -, gah, you'd get it.
the travelling guy double locked the doors. -___-
so the night was filled with sleaze as we barricaded ourselves in the room. and i found a condom wrapper on the floor.
Moment of the Day: the accommodation is too damn cui.
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