Katja and Arne's travel stories

03.02.15 The day after

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The observant reader probably know I’m not good at handling the day after a binge. Today was no different.
The KTV last night did not pay well with me, but we got up for breakfast before it closed. The hotel serves bacon every other other day, and today would have been a great day for it, but nooooooo. Wrong day.
After breakfast I just went back to sleep and passed out again. I didn’t wake until 14:30 with a minor improvement in mental capacity. We went out to get lunch and experienced the Cambodian, or rather South East Asia, service at it’s best. The waiter understands just two words of English, don’t get the order right, and when you point to the menu to order you’re informed that they don’t have that dish today. The coffee was good though and probably a life saver.
We just hanged by the pool reading and dorming off before getting ready for yoga. Sal’s teaching again tonight and we said yesterday we would come. We matter what resolve we have, change to yoga outfit, pack some dry clothes and head out.
We see Shaiza, Theavy and Zaki at Dao of life. We wait a while for Sal, but it turns out she’s sick, unfortunately. There are three French people here that back out when there’s no teacher. We’re here, we’re dressed for it, we do it.
Katja takes lead and we work through a routine. We use it as a practice before her teachers training later this year. The roof top is getting pretty filled with mosquitos, so at one point we’re slapping ourselves more than were doing yoga poses.
We wrap it up and go down to get dinner. The food that Anto makes is delicious as ever and it’s a healthy counterpart to last night. We meet Tom there and talk a little with him before he heads down to the guesthouse next door, where his mom and cousin are staying. Soon after he leaves his mom comes by as she heard we were at Dao’s. She’s a cool grown lady, I must admit. We have a nice chat before she moves back to the guesthouse. And before¬†she do she tells us she’s getting a tattoo done by Hami one of the next days. I’m looking forward to seeing that as I hope he might be the one to draw my next tattoo. Time will show.
A short tuk-tuk ride back to the hotel and back in bed. We watched a couple of episodes on the tv before ending the day. These kinds of nothing-days are few and long apart. It’s easy to understand why.

An American monkey, after getting drunk on brandy, would never touch it again, and thus is much wiser than most men.

– Charles Darwin

Author: arnber

Humongen! The big guy! The man, the myth, the legend! And then theres' me. The nice guy in the house. The man without cooking skills, but with five stars on the Playstation. Boss at work, relaxed at home. What you see is what you get. Life is good. I choose it to be.

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