Cambodia/Angkor Wat

Keepin it fresh at Angkor Wat. Notice the sandals, standard issue hotel bath wear. I lost my quicksilver ones on a boat in Can Gio. So every time we go to a new hotel,  I get a new pair of those baby's

We got into Cambodia a couple days ago, and while only a short drive from Saigon (5 hours) it feels like we just got a whole lot closer to america... so.....

The Colonel! in Cambodia KFC is a delicacy, served on plates and chilled glasses for drinks. It is also extremely expensive compared with the regular Cambodians lunch. We use the dollar without any problem in Phnom Penh.

Also, we crossed the border on a boat. which was an interesting experience and was much less crowded than the chaos at most land crossings in 3rd world country's.

Unfortunately, the beginning of our Cambodia/N. Vietnam trip meant I was saying goodbye too my homestay of 3 weeks. :(

That's my homestay mom punching me, secretly I think the whole neighborhood had a party when I left, thank buddah that kid is gone.

Russian Market in Phnom Penh.

Trinkets everywhere. Shopping List:

Men in Black DVD

Cambodia soccer jersey

Angkor beer tanktop

Hindu shirt

Inecence holder

Sexy is back inside the russian market

Looking back over Vietnam from above

Angkor Wat Pictures:

Alright more pictures to come...... but now for 5 o'clock ball crew:

AMAZING

Last Days in the Mekong

Aha! figured out how to add captions, boom goes the dynamite. I knew I said I would stop talking about vietnamese bathroom adventures, but how cool is that?! A bathroom in the middle of the river. Hopefully somewhere downstream an old vietnamese man's tea is tasting a little warmer than usual.


P.S.


If you think this blog has overlapping themes wait until pictures 4, and 5


We're talking about practice! Not a game.... Practice!

Dinner at a shrimp farmers house: raw oysters, blood cockles, clams, fish.

Yee, no better way to come back from the club than on my friends motorbike.

It's still funny allen

OOOO DRINKING! take me to slam town once again. Never, ever act like you want to get drunk around vietnamese farmers.

because you won't remember anything.

look at that face, o the how the rice wine doth flow!

Water Buffalo

Oyster Farm, so awesome, tasted so good in wassabi and soy sauce. unfortunately, his whole house was flooded during our stay.

I need a water balloon launcher.

Yo Hey Ba Yo!

Haven't written anything in a while. Sorry.

Been running back and forth between national parks and Can Tho, we went to a remote village called Long Hoa last week.

Rice fields for miles, looked like the vietnam you see in textbooks. It was amazing.

Gonna post some pictures up later...

o wait stole some from my friends blog. HA!

Yes I touched it, Yes, It pinched me. Shortly after this we ate live shrimp from the pond.

So that's the bathroom in the back of the boat. It's just a hole in the ground that goes straight into the water. Sometimes I like to think of myself as the Christopher Colombus of Crap, The Sir Francis Drake of Dump, The Ferdinand Magellan of Fecal Matter... you get the point

This is gordon, whose blog is responsible for all of these pictures. He is a handsome devil, but too his right is the real man behind our stay in Long Hoa. His name is Mr. Work, and he does work. On the bottle.

We drank with him at dinner and then lunch the following day. Drinking in vietnam is much more communal than in the U.S. You usually split a drink of rice wine 50-50 with the person of your choice across the table. The shots go around the table until it comes back to the originator.

Mr. Work made me take so many shots with him at dinner that I vomited 4 times. Once accidentally on his grandfathers grave. Seriously, look at him, how could you say no to that face?

The lunch drinking session before we left. I could barely walk back to the boat after and little did I know; waiting for me on that fateful ride. Like the boatman of ancient greek mythology was Mr. Work.

With another bottle of rum

Tommorow we go to Tram Chim national park where we have a mandatory drinking session with park staff on the second night. hopefully I won't throw up on anyones ancestor's this time.

Doin It

Damn It, my friend has a great picture of me coming back from the club on the back of a motorbike taxi. So epic. This is a great picture of me breaking a glass on the table.

Can Tho's nightlife is pretty sparse and people are usually in bed by 10:00, and definately in bed by 11:00. The day start's earlier at 6:00 every morning and I have no trouble getting up to the glorious bucket in the corner of the bathroom that is my shower.

There is only one club in Can Tho called Xin Loi  (excuse me in Vietnamese) It's actually pretty crazy. it has a handful of pooltables outside as well as it's own fake beach along the river. The door's don't even open untill 9:00 and it attracts some pretty shady people. My homestay warned me not to go there anymore because of recent gang related stabbings.

I haven't been back since, I don't want to get stabbed this early in the trip.

SANKES! SNAKES! SNAKES!

we wen't to a snake farm on thursday. These python's are humongous. Maybe I'll upload a better picture of them, even though I promised myself that this one is going to the discovery channel

You can't see it, but inside those brick walls are three of the biggest pigs on the planet. We helped a large Village outside the city build a new biodigester so they can cook with methane gas.

Basically the enclosed system runs a vacuum from the pig pen to several compost collection bags and eventually into the kitchen, where it is turned on by several valves infront of the stoves.

So ya, its really cool. The outhouse built for human's runs into the bag as well. No source of potential fuel goes untapped.

These fish are eating the dead skin off my feet; interestingly enough they felt great for hours after. The place is called Dr. Fish, and it is awesome

Holy Shit I love Dumplings

it might seem empty now, but at around 5:30 this place is packed with more than 30 shirtless dudes.

 No shoes allowed in this swell palace, so of course someone dropped his weight centimeters from my bare toe yesterday. Yikes.

If that wasn't enough inspiration for working out here, scribbled on the walls are the names of famous WWF wrestlers like Kirt Angle and Triple H. I tried to take a picture of a barely legible "Johnny Cena" when the owner stopped me.

No one takes pictures of  the great John Cena's name in her establishment

Chili Bush. These things are so hot its ridiculous. My homestay Dad eats one every meal.

That's how you know he's a boss... dipped in sauce

Cream on the inside, Clean on the outside.

Ice cream paint job.

Guess there's a reason to watch clippers games from the highlights I've been seeing.