I love Greek food, but I do not like these little cactus fruits someone in our house has picked up from the grocery store. I’m not actually sure they’re Greek, but I’ve never seen them before.
I’m not an organized person, and I don’t really expect a squatter’s residence to be organized…but it’s a little strange here.
Okay so. While I think this island is crazy and might as well belong to the UK, I’m here. So I might as well immerse myself and get into the nightlife, right?! DJ MK is playing tonight at some “white only” party (clothing, not people….maybe not the best name though, I know) and Abi got us tickets.
Maybe you just found an irresistible flight for a weekend trip to sunny Barcelona, booked it, then remembered the cost of accommodation, food, and sight-seeing. Maybe you’ve just moved here, and finding more than a few hours a week of work has been harder than you expected. Maybe you’re just a generally frugal person and like to find the cheapest price for everything no matter what.
Whatever your situation, I got you homie.
Because the further your money can go, the further you can go
I don’t really feel like we need to spend any more time in Phnom Penh. It’s not my favourite city on earth, and the beautiful beaches of Koh Rong are beckoning us back South.
We get up and go downstairs for a quick breakfast at the hostel. We have the same singing waiter as yesterday, and he’s really excited to see us. Tamara orders a different soup than what I ordered yesterday, but gets the same soup anyway.