Phnom Penh: Fond Farewells

Andrew and I woke up extra early this morning to share breakfast with the girls and give them a royal sendoff. Sadly, we’re parting company for the last time - they’re heading West to Siem Reap while Andrew and I are traveling Eastward to Vietnam.

An unfortunate gecko got caught in the girls’ door jamb quite some time ago:

While wolfing down our breakfasts (we were running late), we got talking with an Australian guy who was busy strumming away on his guitar at the next table over. We invited him to sit with us and he proceeded to play a pleasant little tune he wrote for a French Canadian girl he’d met in Vietnam. We paid little attention to the non-descript first couple of verses and simply enjoyed the music, but as the song progressed, the lyrics got more and more unsettling. Now, maybe it’s just a matter of personal taste but I don’t think things like sabotaging a flight and forced kidnappings fit in silly little love songs. Nice guy though.

Following breakfast, we all hopped onto a tuk tuk and sped to the waiting bus, where we all quickly wished each other safe journeys. And like that, they were gone.