Cast-away city dwellers

So this is what Robinson Crusoe must have experienced every day - walking along a deserted beach, going to sleep to the sound of waves, waking up with a view of the turquoise green sea ...

My good friend Friday (aka G) and I have just spent a couple of days as cast aways. We set off on a day-long snorkeling trip but Bamboo Island, 45 minutes off the coast of Snookerville, proved to be too much of a temptation and so we spontaneously (ie utterly unprepared, sans toothbrush, contact lens solution or clean clothes, or any real clothes for that matter) decided to spend the night in one of the very tempting ocean-view bungalows ... it would have been a sin not to :) The remainder of the afternoon, which would have otherwise been spent chugging back to the mainland, we lazed around on the totally secluded and deserted beach – lazing is mandatory – and (I have to admit) congratulating ourselves on our good luck! The evening was spent quietly getting drunk in the company of our new island friends and exchanging traveler's stories, we are such backpackers now. The friends had in fact planned to stay for a few days, so came prepared, and very generously gave us some sun tan lotion and made sure we were not totally wild looking. The next morning we were woken up by the gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore and had our morning shower in the sea. Breakfast was followed by more lazing, this time in the shade (Friday and I are now both nicely tanned but still unable to fully worship the sun, pasty people that we are) before heading back to the mainland ... BLISS!

I will stop with my island description there because we do still want to have friends and family when we come back and I fear if we carry on gloating you will all no longer talk to us ...

After getting back to the mainland, we only had half a day left which to G's delight we spent on a windy beach so he could indulge his “surfer dude” fantasy while I was being a beach bunny (is there such a thing or is that actual a real animal???? Replies to this questions are welcome!) before today making our way to Cambodia's capital Phnom Penh. Right now I am sitting on the balcony of our little guest house, with a view of the National Museum and a crossing that was just made for people watching – I have lost of count of how many ladies in pj's sitting on motorbikes I have seen. Myself being a fan of wearing the pj's at all hours of the day but having been mocked for still wearing them past noon have the biggest admiration for the Cambodia ladies who think nothing of not only wearing them way past noon but also going about their daily business in them ... spotting them has become somewhat of a sport for us, the record is two of them on one motorbike, which in our game of weird motorbike luggage trumps two monks on a bike (they are a dime a dozen) but I have not yet given up hope of seeing three such clad ladies on a bike which would in turn trump the monks and crown me queen of the game ... once again I digress ...

G is sitting next to me right now, furiously engaged in writing postcards. Tomorrow we have a busy day ahead of us, including an early start (arghh shock horror) - the National Museum for that last dose of Angkorian history, the Royal Palace with its Silver Pavilion held together by sellotape (... yeah, also not quite sure about that ... ) and then to do some last minute souvenir shopping in one of the famous markets (all those who do not want a Cambodian carving, say so now!). And then we head off to my third home, Honki Town (first being, the original Fatherland, Germany; second being the Motherland, England; third being ... Honki Town) which we are both looking forward to A LOT!!!!

Reading over this again I dread to think what Editor G (aka my good friend Friday, although Friday could not read and would not dare to question Robinson, hmmm) will say ... “too many brackets” would be one thing, and “why am I now being called Friday” and finally “no way will you win motorbike trumps”

More from us soon, if you are indeed still reading this .....

Love and miss you all

Cxx and her friend Friday