I head out to the night market area and as my feet are killing me, I stop by a foot massage place and get my feet and legs done for $2 (plus $1 tip) – how lovely! All in the open air and I drift away with this poor girl massaging my hobbit feet whilst I lookup at the night's sky.
I eat in a place on the way back and want some more Khmer food – I am lured into this place, which looks all right, and order my beer and food. Opposite me is a table of other westerners, and almost as soon as I have placed my order, and thereby too late for me to walk out, one of them (an American) seems to think it really ‘cool’ to start playing is crockery with his chopsticks and then thinks it even ‘cooler’ to start ‘rapping’.
His twat friends think this is hysterical and they all join in. I sink into my chair wishing they would shut the fuck up. The US wanker then starts ‘rapping’ about other people in the restaurant and I want to stick those chopsticks up his nose. I think they can sense my distain for them and they don’t rap about me, and leave fairly shortly afterwards, leaving the place in peace again, thank fuck.
Time for bed – a very early start tomorrow…
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