Renting a furnished apartment and having 3 households of furniture (a long story!) in Australia means that I don't need any more stuff. This was until my will power melted (yes, it was hot) in Siem Riep, Cambodia.
This in the coolest and driest part of the year. I better not go there in the hottest time!
We arrive finding our hotel shuttle is nowhere in sight so hail a taxi and for the next 10 minutes find our way to our hotel. Trip advisor has again hit the nail on the head with our luxury find for $A80 per night.
The hotel apologises profusely for not fetching us and and says we are old and need to rest! There would be complementary high tea waiting for us at 5 pm. Initially I am irritated for being called old, but I decide to run with it. After all, the high tea proves promising. Maybe a more mature age is an advantage.
The next day, we are told to sit at reception (we are old) and a taxi appears. Many beautiful temples later, we are dropped off at our hotel with promises for our next day.
Languidly we lie at the pool, have our cocktails and plan our evening. The ramorg (tuk tuk) enthusiastically waves and off we set in to old market town where I find $3 per meter cotton material and buy 11 different materials. I am planning to make another quilt.
We marvel at our cheap lobster and relish in the chicken and fish amok served in a banana leaf.
Interspersed in our trip are sad reminders of Cambodia's past and I remember in high school watching the drama unfold of the killing fields. Our driver does not let us be sad for long while we travel quickly through narrow streets, worn buildings, packed small shops and noisy food vendors.
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