|Yes, Price - that's me in YET ANOTHER beer shirt. And yes,|
there is no washing machine on earth that can clean this one either.
So let's get the important stuff out of the way first: today all eyes are on the Warf clan and the imminent arrival of their new addition. Martin is one of my best college mates (Granville West 8th Floor repreSENT, baby!) and his wife is set to deliver today. Warf - we're thinking of you all. We love you guys! And everybody in Hamm's say it with me now: "SA-RA BAT-TEN!" So exciting!
In other news, I saw, arguably the most ridiculous fashion statement in Singapore tonight. I'm on the treadmill, watching Masterchef US (I got SO sucked in - I couldn't leave the treadmill until I saw who got voted off), and I look over at the dude 2 down. He's moving at a good clip, and I'm about to give him credit when suddenly I look at his head. THE GUY IS WEARING A BEANIE. SKI HAT. TOUQ. TOBAGGAN. Seriously? SERIOUSLY? IT'S TWELVE THOUSAND DEGREES IN THERE AND YOU LIVE ON THE EQUATOR. But the most bizarre thing to me is not that he wore the thing inside, but the OWNS ONE AT ALL. Unless this guy is a ski bum (HIGHLY unlikely), I am at a loss. And when I saw him STILL wearing it outside later, I lost all respect.
|The elephant terrace - complete with lots of statues of...elephants.|
We then went to the massive Preah Khan temple, complete with amazing sculpures of various styles. This one went on and on, and it almost felt more like a Roman temple than Khmer. There were dancing halls, libraries, founds - you name it. And there was even one dude playing "Dance the Night Away" on the satir (that's the traditional string instrument out here).
|This is where the cat broke out with some J-Lo on the Satir. Tell me this|
image doesn't look like something out of Lord of the Rings.
The Roulos group was yet another very different, yet VERY cool set of temples. The first one that we visited was dedicated to J7's ancestors - his grandmother and grandfather. The carvings were still equisite, and the sculpture of the bull in front of the temples was surprisingly well preserved. Not as many folks make it to the Roulos group, and in fact this whole area was one of the worst hit during the flooding. There was one temple we couldn't visit because the water was still waist high.
|Notice the flooding. We wouldn't have been able to stand|
on this bridge a week ago.
|Preah Ko - temple of the ancestors.|
|Sample classroom in rural Cambodia. Those were the only|
two walls. The other half of the room is exposed to the elements.
|This dude probably thought I was stalking|
him, but I couldn't stop watching. It was
I was truly blown away by the quality of the crafts (especially the piece he'd just finished - stonework that had taken him 6 weeks!). The woodworking was probably my favorite, but the soapstone carvings were pretty exceptional as well. But if the quality was mind-blowing, SO WERE THE PRICES. Jenny and I thought that we'd get some BARGAINS at this place. I was ready to do all of our Christmas shopping on the spot and worry about luggage weight limits later. But when we went in and saw the prices of those pieces (anywhere from $85 to $4500 USD), we thought - "You know, the night markets in Thailand will have knockoffs of this stuff for $2." So, in the end, we decided to spend the money on pitchers of Angkor Beer instead. Family - it's not that we don't love you. This way you'll get more bang for your buck when you open those presents in January. :-)
|Silversmiths in action!|
After that it was back to the Motherhome, where Jenny hit up the spa for a 1 hour foot massage whilst I floated around in the pool. We then went back to Easy Speaking, where this time they were wise to our tricks and told us that, if we were going to order kangaroo, that was going to be an extra $1. We of course were furious about this (which is hilarious, when you think that I paid $30 for a smaller portion in Singapore awhile back), but somehow we found the extra money in our wallets and managed to tear that place to the ground. Seriously - 6 beers, 5 kinds of meat, and then another side of kangaroo - all for $16 after tip - how on EARTH do you argue with that?
On the way home we did what any Ang Mo's with full bellies would do on a Friday night - get ANOTHER 1 HOUR MASSAGE, BABY!!!! OH, YEAH!!! I went with foot and head, and it pretty much changed my life. I actually fell asleep for a bit of it, but no complaints. That was the sign that I was PLENTY relaxed. I don't even know why I bothered taking my blood pressure meds on this vacation - it was hard to get much more relaxed.
We also hit up the night markets that evening, where I went CRAZY and bought ten, count 'em TEN t-shirts. They were comfy, and they even had "American" sizes (I was just a large in these). Ten shirts - wanna guess the price? $25 total. And I am pleased to report that they are all holding up nicely.
|The creative eye of Daling. And this time, with the voice of |
experience whispering in his ear - use the red head to
block the fat guy's back sweat. Much better.
Okay, that's all the news that's fit to print. Chat tomorrow!
Sam and (totally chilled out after a day on her own in Brisbane) Jenny