Nonetheless, in a Samson-like collapse of fortunes, this coincided almost exactly with the first time in almost three weeks that I was not a millionaire - clearly the gods were punishing me. It may also have had to do with leaving Vietnam, home to possibly the worlds finest currency (both because it's called the Dong, and because 50 Euro is enough to make a body a Dong millionaire).
Anyway, we're in Cambodia now, in Phnom Penh, which is actually quite a nice city. It's much more like Luang Prabang (with it's lots of trees, and general prettiness) than Hanoi or Saigon (with their lots of traffic and ugliness - although there's a lot of bikes here too). Pictures are quite slow to upload here, so I've just got the one, of the border crossing...
Also, this place is just swarming with drugs. This internet cafe is literally 50 metres from our hostel, and we've been here for three days, and I think I've been offered more drugs (of all kinds) walking up and down that stretch than in my entire life before coming to Cambodia. That said, the drug pedallers, as well as most other people, aren't as pushy here as they have been in a lot of other places, and tend to be reasonably willing to take no for an answer (although you have to give that answer to each of their offerings, which can take some time).
My job applications have started to enter a more active phase at the moment as well - I have a telephone interview tomorrow and another on Tuesday, and a written test to sit on Monday. This is going to mean a brief separation for myself and Tony, since I have to head down to Bangkok to sit the test - so I'm going to be all alone in the world for a couple of days starting on Saturday. Tony is silently (and sometimes less silently) thanking the god he doesn't believe in for this reprieve...
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