Apparently the oldest Cambodians do not remember such weather in January ...
It’s been raining for three or four daays now (28 ° C) and prevents us from visiting the beautiful surroundings. Our moped is wet and still waiting for us.
We enjoy relaxing in hammocks and we keep wondering when we were given such idleness last time.
In the evening, between the rainfalls, we managed to get to a place for dinner "with a view of the sea".
In the city, in the main square, there was a party: a wedding of a rich man who ordered performances on the stage built in front of a restaurant. And who would forbid a rich man to have fun in front of the others?
And us? Children get bored in the rain so ... we’re drinking local whisky. With a significant „title”: MEKONG.
