| Thursday, May 24, 2007 |
| To Siem Reap! |
 Mmm. Roadside insect stands on the bus ride to Siem Reap. First, you pull off the wings... and then the pinchers...
 Glamalie and a snackie (exhibit 1 of my "Sean looking suspicious in the background" photo series). I claimed that bugs fall outside the parameters of my vegetarian ideals. Ideals, mind you, which are already severely compromised by the "fish are swimming vegetables..." theory. By that logic, cicadas are just potato chips with legs. I'm not principled, I'm a wimp. GO GLAM!
 The next morning in Siem Reap, D and Amy/Ebi-chan headed out to the PEPY Ride school to check things out and rescue some books from rat infestation. Ebi-chan, already famous for courting disaster with her prawn-choking, managed to break her bicycle and get caught in a rainstorm. Oh, little Ebi...
 The rest of us went for a 2-hour tuk-tuk ride to Beng Melaea. It's very jungly, uncrowded, and fun for climbing. Maybe someday it'll be roped off and guarded due to the danger, plus probable damage that tourist cause, but in the meantime... HI MONKEY!
 Was followed by a return to Siem Reap, Mexican food, excessive snacking on European chocolate with Sarah back at Earthwalkers, and somewhat awful Cambodian-fusion dinner at a restaurant we had much higher hopes for. We hit up the night market, bought silk products made by women at Sangkheum Center (home we built at in '06), got freaked out by sketchy men hanging around the ATM, Birdie and Sean bought out a dirty mini-mart of all their durian and jackfruit snacks, and then we went home. All in all... a very good day. |
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Walkers of the insect World Unite!
We're not just cicadas, we're
potato chips with legs!
Kendo Man
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Walkers of the insect World Unite!
We're not just cicadas, we're
potato chips with legs!
Kendo Man