We(Eric and I) were due to get the bus to Phnom Penh at 6:30am but due to my huge butt-blister there was no way I was going anywhere. Telling Eric was the most embarrasing thing I had to do all year.
The second most embarassing thing all year was going to the doctor and explaining my predicament. It didn't help that the doctor didn't speak English and a cute young girl was translating.... Luckily I was told it would be better in a couple of days and I was given some very, very dodgy looking huge pills that came in bright capsules with no writing on them. NO WAY was I going to take those. No way man.
I was far too embarrased to tell Teresa and Yvey what had happened so I left them a cryptic note along with the $3 that they had lent me the day before to get me by until I could get some more money out.
What I needed was a "special night out". Something like "Les Nuits d’Angkor", a night of dance at a specially illuminated Angkor Wat! Sounded like a great way of seeing some culture and photographic Angkor Wat at night. The event itself was pretty spectacular, but in no way thanks to the pitiful French ballet company that performed something straight out of Fat Boy Slim's Praise You video. The Cambodian ballet, however, was fantastic, traditional and a perfect foreground to the magnificent scenery.
Later that evening I bumped into Jan who I met on the bus from Chitwan National Park in Nepal! He'd just been doing a visa run after his expired and was relaxing in Siem Reap for a few days. Bizarre!