it was bound to happen, with so many things to remember everyday, sooner or later i would lock myself out of my own. i went downstairs to ask if they had a spare key, and i followed a boy with a pair of playing cards who went to my door and opened it just like you would in the movies, but sliding the cards through the lock. it was scary, made me realize that at any moment somebody could just come into my room when i wasn't there and rob me. maybe it's time to find a new guesthouse!
i went to that japanese cafe again for dinner, the 4th time, only because it's close and cheap, despite the crappy service. i had my usual, zasaimen with a caramel shake, but for some reason they didn't turn on the fan, so i was sweating like a pig, until the japanese boss saw me and said something to his cambodian employees, who immediately turned on the fan. i was reading "sex slaves (in asia)," a book about the sexual exploitation of asian women, sitting next to a middle-aged man at the bar who seemed like he was here in cambodia for more than just khmer ruins. it was a nice irony. after dinner, i wandered back to the guesthouse, passing by a fancy hotel and asking them how much it'd cost to stay there. "US$250," the woman told me. oh. guess i'll continue staying at my US$10 guesthouse.
preah kahn stupa
hall of dancers
linga, phnom bakheng, angkor wat
monks, angkor wat
monster gecko (background)
normally geckos are 1-3" long at most, but that monster gecko was at least 8". it scared the crap out of me when i first saw it, i thought it was just a fake lizard taped to the wall until i realized it was quite real. how something the size of a rat manages to stick to the ceiling is beyond me. if that monster gecko ever got into my room i'd scream and change guesthouse immediately.