Sihanoukville is for lovers pukers

"I keep getting older and they just stay the same age..."
was repeated throughout our week in Sihanoukville. Anton saying it in a creepy way and me saying it in a "WAS I REALLY THAT DUMB SO FEW YEARS AGO" way.

Best bus sign ever on the ride down.


Here are some pictures from the drive down. Pay special attention to the first one... bro, I think your car is full bro.








We were happy to be back at good ol' Serendipity Beach.



There isn't much of a tale to tell here, just random photos that I can somewhat narrate. This is the drunken German guy named Ian that we kept running into. He was the guy we met in Bangkok that was hanging with the lady boy. Anyways, nice guy, but his English was shit sober and even worse drunk.


The view from our first hotel room at Tranquility, which SUCKED BALLS. So awful. Planning multiple negative posts. No cold water, the water came in and out and would leave you soaped up and waterless for 2-3 minutes every shower, tiny cramped room, terrible lighting, obnoxious mosquito net, and for $12/night! The hotel we moved to after the 4th night was massive and well lit and had hot water AND WI-FI and was $10/night. It was a minute from the beach as opposed to 10 seconds but seriously, the beach in front of Tranquility wasn't even good. Fuck Tranquility!


Walking out of the hotel this is what you see.


Further down is the good beach.


We found super good grubs and sunsets at Khin's Shack.











Pups.


The Pad Experiment
As I'm sure very very very few of you can understand, Anton had grown sick and tired of ruining perfectly good manties with sharts, skid marks, and other poop related stains. He'd asked me before, "Alecia, do they not make a product that will protect my manties?! Perhaps a pad for obese women (so it would cover the width that I require) that would be multi-functional?!"

I responded that I'd never heard of different sized pads for different sized women, but he was welcome to use my pads if he ever got desperate enough...

Well, he did.


The experiment lasted about 5 nights. On the 3rd night it failed to protect, was positioned too far forward. My fault really, I'm used to using pads for their intended purpose. A new one was issued and readjusted, and was not needed for the next two nights. Change of underwear happened, new pad issued, was subsequently shredded by extreme flatulence. Unfortunately they were all dry, so pads as a possible solution to shart-proofing underwear: unresolved.

The experiment must go on.

I'm sure this has nothing to do with his needing to utilize women's hygiene products.



Anyways.


Johnny Walked.


One of the few nights I got crazy.


Got stoned with some randoms, looked up, A MOON RING!



Beautiful.


Anton eating the same lobsters that gave him hives last time we were here. Don't worry, this time they just gave him diarrhea.


Hanging out with Aussie friend Lachlan. Anton freaked out over him because he loves all the same books and knows lots of same words. Also, they're both total nerds. But fun ones.







More random fiesta pics.








The reason these two have matching bandanas is because Anton sold him one of his for a beer and a shot. Now they're facebook friends.


One morning we stayed out late enough to see the sunrise...I mean...we were up early enough...yes, that's it.









More randoms. Anton ordered potato salad...this is what he got. Diced up french fries in mayo.


Carton of smokes for $3.25 *eternal laughter*


THE PURPLE MIDGET BAR


Our last early-evening there we returned to the beach for seafood.






That night, we got more grubs at a German restaurant. I demanded mango sticky rice and it was the only place we'd seen it. Anton didn't mind getting more sausage either.



The next morning we had to be up to pack and on a bus just after noon. The trip back to Phnom Penh was uneventful, as was the tuk-tuk ride to the airport. We had to wait a few hours (and endure shitloads of staring families) but then, we were off to Seoul! Bye bye for now Cambodia!