No day is a good day until there comes one that's worse.

Man, I haven't felt this lousy in a looooooooooonnnnggg time...


And I have my holiday curse to thank. Every time we go abroad for a holiday, I come down with something or something happens to disrupt my holiday. And this time, I was exceptionally cursed.


Cambodia:

1) Obtained dehydration and heatstroke during temple climbing.

2)Obtained multiple swelling lymph nodes that have collectively ended up pressing on my salivery glands and are threatening to strangle me (well, they won't, but still), no thanks to the three abcesses in the le pit la arm.

3)Obtained recurring high fevers within the last three days of my trip, which roasted my already sunburnt face, and culminated in a barfing after the plane took off for the lousy flight home. It also rendered my stomach weak though hungry, and I still have a slight temperature, clogged chest and woozy head.

4) My period came in full force on the very day my mother promised to let me have the sea salt scrub.


The Bayon temple was good though. 54 towers and 216 faces of buddha. I dare anyone to take an illegal piss there. There are 432 eyes facing every direction watching. It can be very disturbing.

Angkor Wat really nothing special except for the central tower (it's BEAUTIFUL up there) and the sheer size of the complex.

I really wish I could explain the Le Beng La Bayon, but I shan't. Just know that 'Beng' here refers to something closer to home...


I'd love to say more, but I'm thirsty, and my well-meaning nodes are still strangling me.