Sihanoukville

I have the Cambodian Chickenpox. Black flies are the devil. Send help.

So nice to be back at the beach, a week away nearly put me into a bout of depression worse then when Will&Grace went off the air. I pulled into the main hub of it all, Seredipity, to a lively and welcoming beach town. You can take a lovely walk down Occheutal to Otres beach, a draft beer crawl of about four kilometers and nestle yourself in the beautiful gulf of Thailand, the water is remarkable. 

After a solid day of trekking and too much sun I parked myself under an umbrella to spend the sunset being terrorized by hawkers. The children, once again, got to me. Would you pay a dollar for a mango in Canada? I sure as hell hope not! however, I gladly forked over a dollar to the gayest little boy I could find as he promised to sing me bad romance as he sliced up that delicious nectar of heaven. His name after all, was Lady Gaga.

Next up, a little boy, maybe 3 or 4 found his way onto my lap...ugh. He was playing with my little plastic monkey I have acquired on my trip and sitting all cuddled up to me so loving and calm. On that note I have a project for you. It's called "Raise money so Britt can have a Cambodian baby and escape Cody's turkey Baster idea" fund. I NEED one of these little one and they need your oral hygiene help! Always said I never wanted kids but... 

Fun Fact: you will constantly be approached by, unfortunately, limbless individuals, asking for money. These are victims of some of the untouched land mines than are still present around the country. You can't give everyone a dollar so I've taken to pulling out a piece of paper, writing down Heather Mills info and letting them on their way...she can help you!  Suck on those rain boots, Mills.