The difficult second album

Having scored such a worldwide smash from yesterday’s blog (I kid you not. According to my stats I had views from Australia and America, thank you, thank you very much. On that note, when do you think you’ve made it? When you get views from a remote jungle tribe in the Amazon? I won’t hold my breath just yet. Or when I start to get followers who I don’t know? I will admit I’m quite excited for that one actually. So if I don’t know you and you would like the grand title of being my first ‘random’ follower.....Holla!)
I’ve been thinking long and hard all day for suitable content. I played with the ideas of introducing you to my Dad who is quite the class clown (ironic as he’s a Headmaster) and how he took note-cards of jokes with him to our Christmas family gathering, then I thought I should tell you a little more about myself but instead I’m going to regale you with a story from my travels.

Now let me paint the scene for you. Cambodia July 2009. A dusty backstreet with mopeds scooting past, the sun is shining and I am dragging my backpack to a curb. A bus is waiting for us (us being me and my sister) and a tramp loiters nearby swigging beer from a can, a stink evading him like no other and a few crumbs embedded in his scraggy beard.

We climb aboard the bus. WHOA! It has no seats but instead 3 rows of bunk beds. Yes you read that right. The width of each of these said bunk beds is about the length of my arm. All are occupied or saved. We have to trundle to the back and hoist ourselves onto the top bunks of two, surrounded by fellow weary passengers, all dreading the journey ahead.

Suddenly a stink hits me and I realise that the tramp is a fellow passenger, EEP! His bunk is littered with empty beer cans and he is generally a real grimy specimen. Brilliant. Way to lighten up the journey old man.

So off we set, let me tell you those Cambodian bus drivers break ALL the rules. And a cool 4 hours later a toilet stop. Relief I hear you cry. Nope.

Out we step into a little market place (and fresh air of which I gulped a couple of lungfulls). Children were trying to sell us bagged up pineapple and clearly admiring my flushed non made-up beauty, then I spy a few ladies having a chit chat with platters and buckets of ‘something’ at their feet. So I take a closer look.....

My little legs couldn’t have got me back on that bus any faster!! YES, they were still alive and kicking. (Tarantulas for those of you who are only seeing crispy black things in a tub)

After another few hours of bad ass driving and feeling like I had something crawling over me the whole way we arrive in Siem Riep.

To our hostel we go.

Ahhhh, at last no surprises here. We can relax.

How about we have a look at the view from our balcony.....

Huh. Well.
I guess that's about right.