What an incredibly bad day!!!
Eric and I had finished our 3 days at Angkor after cycling the 26km long route that day.
My butt was killing me after cycling as I had been sitting awkwardly on the seat while taking photos on the move (proof photo 1, photo 2!!).
We met up with Teresa, Yvey, Michael and the moto riders the girls had met previously to go down to a free pop concert in the city. Cool!
Bad luck #1, I caught my fave Annapurna trek T-shirt on some barbed wire outside the Smiley Guest House(!) and ripped it. Bugger, but no biggie and only a taster of what was to come.
We hired a couple of tuk tuks to take us to the gig and get us there more or less together (photo).
Bad luck #2 happened. When I was getting out of the tuk tuk I jumped rather than stepped out and cleverly fell flat on my face, spraining my ankle! Great, not only do I not look cool, I'm also in agony!
Then bad luck #3! Walking into th festival we got involved in a classic crowded push forward as many people were trying to get into a small entrance to the gig. While this happened (in the space of 10 seconds), my wallet got stolen from my pocket, Eric had his bag taken (but managed to get it back!), and the girls got groped. We decided to head back after this and drowned our sorrows in Martinis night club (a sh*thole). Full of young (really young!) boys and girls who all looked like they were dancing for the first time. Too tired and ashamed to show them how it was done...
Then bad luck #4. During this time my butt had stared to gurt more and more and I found it difficult to sit down. This was getting ridiculous. By the time we got home I was in agony and knew there was no way I would be able to handle an 8 hour bus journey to Phnom Penh the next day. Aarrrgghhh!! Went to bed a very unhappy, pained, poor man....