playing hookie in snooky

day three in a beachside bungalow in sihanoukville, premier beach destination of cambodia. the rain is just starting to burn away for the first time since our arrival here. first night we got pissed and wandered up and down the beach making friends and finagling free beers here and there. linz repeated her show stopping attempts to liberate the young local working girls through the power of dance and made a good run of it. we are both in danger of our speech succumbing to the charms of british/aussie inflection-not many americans about. yesterday we made like the bed-bound grandparents in willy wonka and left the bungalow only for breakfast, hot tea and dinner. probably we will make our way today to the vietnamese consulate for visas and check out the livelier, inland part of the town. apparently on their first trip here, debbie was aghast at the hippie ex-pat culture here being so in the face of the khmer lifestyle. i am sorry to report that although things are generally more subdued and family friendly, this legacy lives on.
i beat a khmer dude in an arm-wrestling match for free beer (thank you Sly Stallone in over the top) and linz ingratiated herself to a red-in-the-face and fly-harrowed bar owner for an in depth conversation about investment opportunities and life-stories over a spate of free libationals.
my bowels are becoming african, and between them and the bars most of my time is spent on stools one way or another. i know how to say 'whats up', 'you're crazy' and can count to 10 in khmer. very relaxed and i think i could stay here forever if i was writing a novel or something. recovering from a brief and mild cold. never mind my town-bound ambitions, the rain just came back, and hard.
lovin you
dan