Vendor madness

Ankor Wat, Cambodia

Another incredible day at the temples. Today I borrowed a bike and rode to the main temple of Ankor Wat. By now the vendors start to get on your nerves. I'm starting to hear their voices in my sleep ...hello, hello .... motorbike? ... cold drink? ... postcards? ...hello, hello .... motorbike? ... cold drink? ... postcards? ...hello, hello .... motorbike? ... cold drink? ... postcards? ...hello, hello .... motorbike? ... cold drink? ... postcards? ...hello, hello .... motorbike? ... cold drink? ... postcards? ...hello, hello .... motorbike? ... cold drink? ... postcards? ...hello, hello .... motorbike? ... cold drink? ... postcards? ...hello, hello .... motorbike? ... cold drink? ... postcards? ...hello, hello .... motorbike? ... cold drink? ... postcards? ...hello, hello .... motorbike? ... cold drink? ... postcards? ...hello, hello .... motorbike? ... cold drink? ... postcards? ...hello, hello .... motorbike? ... cold drink? ... postcards? ...hello, hello .... motorbike? ... cold drink? ... postcards? ...hello, hello .... motorbike? ... cold drink? ... postcards? ...hello, hello .... motorbike? ... cold drink? ... postcards? ...hello, hello .... motorbike? ... cold drink? ... postcards?

Warning - adult content below.

Have got to learn not to answer every question so truthfully here, it can get you into trouble. Snce Lucy left and I'm alone I often get asked questions such as: "you like pleasure from woman" I'm thinking to myself, what is this, a rhetorical question? Of course I like pleasure from woman. (sound of palm slapping forehead) Oh, I see, he's not talking in the general sense, we're talking about "advanced keraoke" in one of those shady looking places on the side streets. No thanks, not today.

Paul