From the Cambodge archive...
Asia: Who's the Daddy?
Wednesday, 11 May 2005
I just jacked in my shit job on Friday as it was making me loose faith in humanity in general and Australia in particular. Hurrah! This gives me plenty of free time to write some rubbish on here, so I decided to finish off this artical that I started in Malaysia. Here it is:
In the quest to find out who is the Mummy and the Daddy of all Nations I have devised a very cunning formula and visited many countries. You can now find out who wins as the best country in Asia. (It turns out its Laos after all that - second one we went to - I thought it was Borneo myself but you can't argue with the formula)
The formula is thus:
(atmosphere x food) - (scariness x toilet badness) + environment = Greatness of Country
Dan has added extra discretionary points for musical taste and ability of the countries inhabitants - I think that Donk core would be Laos's downfall here.
Romance Cambodia Stylee
Tuesday, 15 February 2005
Ahh valentines day in Cambodge the utter romance of it all.
Me and Dan decided to go to Bokor Hill station, an abandoned French colonial hill station on top of a mountain surrounded by primary jungle. After only two hours wedged into the back of an overcrowded pick up truck, we arrived at the old hotel, which had been through a home/deployiety of interesting periods in history. It started as a casino and hotel for rich French types, but the king closed it down because the combo of gambling and a really high steep hill had resulted in too many suicides . Next it became a great place for the Khmer rouge to hang out in, y' know and like chill with a bit of torture equipment and heavy armoury. Lately it is used for mad New years eve parties and has an extremely spooky air about it. The jungle was proper jungly, with loads of tropical plants and constant sweating and stuff - like in the big green house at Kew. I saw a pitcher plant which I was very impressed by. Dan didn't see this as he was in the middle of an unfortunate bowel related episode, and had elected to remain in the truck. This was only the beginning of the Romance...
In the style of a normal travelog
Sunday, 13 February 2005
I've decided to attempt to write this entry in the style of a normal travelog because I've been getting jealous of Rachel's extremely well written and eloquent accounts of her Laos adventures. I looked back over what we wrote about the same places and realised that we didn't even vaguely explain what it was like. Oops. So...
Flip Flops: A Review
Sunday, 13 February 2005
Flip Flops, or Thongs as the Australians mistakenly call them (possible confusion here, may arise from the Aussies being unable to distinguish between big toe and second toe and left and right butt cheeks - more later), are indeed a versatile piece of foot wear. However during the four month period of almost constantly wearing them I have discovered a number of situations for which they are not suitable.
Smile!
Friday, 11 February 2005
Cambodia has to be the most heart rending country we've been to, but everyone is still smiling. There are thousends of beggars roaming around the streets (children, amputees, ancient old chrones which might be male or female and are probably only 50). I have already spent way too much money on buying extremely useless crap and post cards off them, mainly the children - so perhaps there's a postcard coming your way soon...
It's odd here
Tuesday, 8 February 2005
Well, its the end of our 3rd day in Cambodge and I have to say so far Im finding it very odd in a very good way. So far, we've travelled from the border to Siem Reap, got to Siem Reap and spent to sweaty days roving around the immensely famous and immensely immense Angkor ruins where westerners take the most gigantic of cameras to take arty pictures of things that have had a million arty pictures taken of them already. In the true bowelwatch style, Im not going to go into any of that. Im going to tell you about the catalogue of oddness that we've experienced so far.
