Well, we returned to Siem Reap after a long day at Angkor Wat and Angkor Thom and the other temples and it was still only around four in the afternoon. The next day was fairly open until a cooking class at around ten o’clock, so the plan was to take a little nap and then go out and have a night on the town.
Unfortunately, the nap part didn’t work out. I tried and tried but sleep didn’t come. For the most part I just laid in the semi-dark and/or watched television while my roommate was on the computer. Obviously, this was going to make the night out on the town a little more difficult, but it couldn’t be avoided.
At dinnertime, we met to go to a restaurant/bar called the Temple Club. One of the draws of the place was a local dance show that would be performed while we ate. The other draw is that if you drank a bucket of some mixed drink, you were awarded a t-shirt. As it turned out, the show wasn’t particularly entertaining and the t-shirt was a little bit too small, but the bucket of vodka and red bull was just what the doctor ordered. (Coincidentally, it also was just what I ordered.)
After dinner, and feeling pretty good at this point, we went across the street to another bar. This other bar was called Angkor What? and also gave away t-shirts with buckets of drinks. Unwilling to drink another bucket, I opted to purchase of t-shirt from this establishment for $5, but at least this one fit. Even though I wasn’t prepared to drink another bucket of liquor, I wasn’t quite finished drinking yet. I ordered a beer and then another beer and then it seemed like a good idea to do a shot of absinthe. I had never had the legendary liquor before and now, with friends and already drunk, it seemed like a good time to experiment with the Green Fairy. It didn’t taste all that good, but it wasn’t too bad either. It warmed me up a little bit and made the beer taste better. Now that we were getting good and, let’s say comfortable, my friends wanted to do a shot of Jager. I wasn’t in the mood for Jager, I’ve never been a big fan, so I opted for another shot of absinthe. I distinctly remember this shot of absinthe because I also distinctly remember being in the bathroom about 45-seconds later vomiting it into a urinal. Good times, good times.
Having recognized that I had been beaten, I decided to walk back to the hotel. It was only a few blocks across the river and I figured I was in decent enough shape to get back on my own. I was right. Thanks to all of the Red Bull, though, sleep didn’t come immediately. That might have been good because I got a text from my roommate that he was lost. He followed that up with a message saying that he didn’t know idea where he was – okay, that was pretty close to the first one. I tried to give directions, but since he didn’t know where he was, they weren’t very helpful. I then received a text message saying, and I quote, “I’m near the river and the prostitutes are after me.” I received no other texts from him, but he was back in the room within ten minutes, so I am pretty certain that he escaped the prostitutes unscathed.
After he returned, others also returned to the hotel and I suppose we were a little loud because there were a few half-hearted complaints in the morning, but nothing too big and it was all good fun. The next day was the aforementioned cooking class and I’ll get to that in the next post.
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