Obviously I was horribly hungover. My hangovers are simply worse than anyone else’s. That or I’m weaker than everyone else. I prefer the first explanation. I’ve never seen anyone get afflicted as much as I. Anyway, the point is there was a long day ahead. Our first plan of action was to drive until lunchtime, where we stopped near a unique temple in Cambodia and some stupors. The temple was unique because all Buddhist temples usually face east but this one faces west, or some variation of that. Philosophically it has four facings and faces all directions at once but whatever.
I neglected to mention that the temple and stupors were on a hill, up a lot of steps. Thankfully I didn’t neglect to mention I was hungover so you can imagine the torture of walking up these steps in the vociferous heat. I was covered in bodily liquids, I couldn’t tell if it was sweat, tears, or alcohol anymore, in the end it was a devilish cocktail of the three. I named it the Devil’s Threeway. It’s copywrited for when I start my own club so don’t even think about it.
At the peak of the hill was a newly built stupor, made completely of white marble. It was the Minas Tirith of stupors. Even if Minas Tirith is made of rock. Even in my state I was able to appreciate the magnificence of it. Our guide told us it is apparently to hold the ashes of Guatama Buddha, he didn’t seem so sure though. It’s definitely bullshit. After taking some photos and trying Tamarind with some weird sauce, it was absolutely awful, we got back in the bus and headed for Sihanoukville and serendipity.
We arrived just after 6pm at Mick and Craig’s guesthouse, our home for the next three nights. We’d decided to hop off in Sihanoukville as there is the island of Koh Rong which one of Christina’s friends recommended to us. From the way it was described from reviews it seemed like something of a paradise. A beautiful island not too ruined by mass tourists yet. Hopping off left us five nights to play with so we decided to spend three in Sihanoukville and two in Koh Rong.
For our first night we had our first taste of Serendipity beach. You couldn’t see that much in the dark but it reminded me of a beach I once went to in Puerto Rico when I was maybe eleven. Across the top of the beach there were bars and restaurants lined up, then there were chairs spread out halfway across the beach with tables. I ordered a burger because it was relatively cheap and I was feeling something unhealthy. We shared a couple of beer towers between the table but after my food and a couple of drinks all I wanted to do was sleep for a week so I went to bed.
With our last day on Serendipity before Koh Rong we decided to just chill the F out. We’d not been in a place as visually stunning yet and we’d had some hard travelling so a day of recharging sounded nice. We headed out around 12pm after Christina had found accommodation for us on the island. We explored most of the beach and found a nice little bar that was out of the way. We ended up sitting there for a fair few hours eating, drinking beer, getting pedicures, massages, and having a lovely chat with an elderly English couple.
On the evening we went out with the rest of the group again, after a few games of pool of course. Or should I say Billiards! It was actually Billiards. We went to a bar near to where we went during the day but further down the beach. It was owned a pleasant but slightly awkward scouse man. I had a fish steak and it was so good. Even now over a month later it’s still one of the best meals I’ve had, and that’s a massive compliment. The night continued with more beers before I had my first taste of a Danish cigarette. It was tightly packed and pretty fucking thick. It wiped me out so I went back to bed after, it was a late 11.30 pm.
It seems early but Sihanoukville is really touristy and especially on Serendipity Beach quite the party town. That’s not really my scene if I’m honest. I just prefer drinking and chatting with my mates. Not having to shout to each other in a club and dancing awkwardly to songs I don’t like. If it’s a club that plays my sort of music I’m straight there but that was never going to happen in Cambodia. I think one of the things I miss from home the most is just chilling out with my mates and drinking before we get a bit rowdy and hyper in Duchess, even if it does get a bit monotonous. I also just miss the bromance and camaraderie you get with a group of mates. I’ve had it on a few occasions for small periods but it’s definitely not the same.
The next morning we would depart from Serendipity at 10am for our first taste of white sands and clear blue seas. I for one was just looking forward to being lazy on the beach for a day and resting my weary limbs, or as I like to say in real life, ‘doing fuck all’.
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