Guinness and bacon flavoured turkey

When i was in Chiang Mai in Thailand i met this American guy we kind of bonded, not in a sexual sense but in an intellectual sense over our mutually blossoming love of House. I left went to Laos, and the rest should have been history. but as it turned out he was in Siem Reap the same couple of days that i was there and it was a blast having someone to share the experience of visiting the temples, ruins etc withAnd yes the two day hell journey was worth it. I mean i could have sat at home on my sofa with a nice bottle of wine and some swiss chocolates and watched Tomb Raider, but seeing it in real was better. I took loads of photos over 100 a lot of which it turns out are of naked godessess. There were no naked gods. The entire place is such an anomoly, there stuck in the middle of the jungle in a Buddhist country the largest relgious shrine on the planet and it's hindu but there's no hindus, so the Buddhists just came and made it Buddhist but it is still decorated like it's Hindu. At the main temple Angkor Wat there's gazillions of tourists, the types of prats that fly in and out of Siem Reap think Cambodia is a really cute country and stay holed up in their 5* hotels. The kind of prat that i would probably be if this journey into the heart of self indulgence didn't budget for such indulgences.

But you see there's something about Cambodia, it's so poor, soo soo soo poor and the people are so amazing, i had that first couple of days of falling in love feeling. I mean that road over to Siem Reap nearly killed me. I am not deliberatly shaking my hand.

On my final day in Siem Reap myself and the American dude Shane, decided well at least i think i decided that it would be nice to go back to the temples again and see the sun set on Angkor Wat, but before doing so we needed food. Greasy spoon seemed like a great idea and where better than Molly Malone's. Nini was in her element. We actually didn't leave until they had no Guinness left and missed the sunset. but sometimes when you are travelling by yourself you start getting odd and so it's nice just to chill out and chat especially with someone who has the same dark and twisted view of humanity as I.

Well i'm in Kuala Lumpur now. I got here on a big jet plane. It's hot and steamy and really weird. Now i don't want to come across all Islamaphobic, because i am not afrad of Muslims nor do i dislike them or their religion, well no more than i dislike most religions, other than the Buddhists who just kick ass, well they would but they are not allowed to. It's just i feel so sorry for the poor women in their head scarfs, and not being able to have a cold beer at the head of a hot day, and having to pray five times a day and just well not getting any interest on your savings account or being able to get a mortgage. It must kind of suck, and everytime someone farts loudly in an airport you automatically get the blame. I'm here in KL until the 18th and then i am flying down to Bali for a couple of weeks, mainly because i can and mainly because i want to do some snorkling. but dammit i can't stop thinking about those kids in Cambodia.