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Sean Penn's brother, phnom

we left saigon two days ago and embarked on a two day boat cruise to phnom penh. we had left behind the irish girls in saigon and cathy and jochen at yhe border, and in a pretty randy state of mind, i took everybody else up the mekong delta. when we eventaually arrived at the acpital we checked our bags in quickly to the grottiest place we've stayed so far on our trip, and headed off to find some food. i cannot put a price on what awaited us and could have quite contentedly spent the rest of my life there. we stumbled across this freindly looking place called thge pink elephant which coincidently happened to have chelsea vs everton showing on the box. great, i thought as i took my seat to scour the menu, only to be stopped at the first page when my eyes struck the words, happy food. one extremely potent pizza later and i was gone, in my element. chelsea wins, the beer was cheap and we were all fucking lean from our dinners. could it get any better. yes, when the words,"does anyone fancy a pre-rolled" appeared from the young waitress' lips. "yes, please, four", i believe was my reply so we all got absolutely wasted and headed back to the hotel as we had a lot to see tomorrow. up (reasonably) early with a head that felt like someone had started a bonfire in it, we grabbed some tuk tuks for the day and ordered them to show us all the good stuff they could fit into one day, as we needed to be pretty lively the next day to get to siem reap. our first port of call was the unmissable shooting range where you could ahnd over some cash and be allowed to fire any gun you've ever heard of. not really my thing but leighton wasted no time in getting hisd hands on the cambodian gentleman's large weapon and firing at will into what was no more than a big field really. after that we headed to the infamous killing fields where pol pot took over a quarter of the cambodian people and massacred them. pretty harrowing stuff made doubly worse by the fact that we had to wait an extra hour there while evert took a shit on the fields themselves. i know you've gotta go when you've gotta go, but what a way to pay your respects. i think i would have rather shat myself. the worst place in the world was next. the s21 museum, which was a school that on ed's birthday in 1975, pol pot shut down and turned into a prison/ torture yard. absolutely horrendous, you could still see all the blood on the walls, and it really hit home just how hard these guys have had it for most of their lifes. after this point, i found it really difficult to look at a cambodian again without thinking how he must have been involved in some way of the horrors that he and his countrymen inevitably faced. one more thing, you cannot walk down a street in cambodia without seeing some sort of landmine victim. brutal. after a day like that, me and leights agreed that a night at the pink elephant was in order, so we went there, while everyone else had a traditional cambodian meal and joined us later. the rest is pretty much the same as the night before. we all left together early the next day excited about our first glimpse of Angkor Wat

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