Road-weary and dirty, i walked across the Thai/Cambodian border into the unruly and unkempt border town of Poipet, alone and powerful- like Mother Theresa must've looked in her thirties. I met up with a Swede and a Swiss who wanted to share a cab into Siem Reap. It's odd- i've met many Swiss people before, old and young, and i've yet to meet an ugly Swiss girl. They must sell them all to Austria.
The road to Siem Reap is not paved. The potholes and ruts are atrocious. The dust is blinding. The traffic system nonexistent. Yet, our driver still maintained a constant 50 mph speed. The drive takes three and a half hours one way, and the driver said he does the drive twice a day. Sir, you are a better man than me.
List of Regulations in Cambodian hotel room:
1. No explosive things.
2. Do not sex children.
3. No large guns.
4. No smoking.
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howell buddy.
I've sold a copy of one of your Mexican robots, the one you did for the xmas Tinyshowcase boxset thingy !
Is that ok ? Don't suppose you have access to that file do you lol !
Enjoy your travels m8y ! Lovin the bloggy posts. You stay there any longer and I may have to come out and meet you somewhere ! luv you man, bigup !
stooeh
yeah that's cool, cept... you have the file, right? you did a run i know. I'll be here till at least june, i know. so come on out and visit me at my flat in Saigon. really. peas stoo
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