Holiday In Cambodia

So I travelled six thousand miles just to tell a girl I want to break up with here. Mr. Righteous, right? Well, I don't know about that. Things never go as planned around here...

(about a week ago…)

Boarded a plane late Friday night for a trip half-way around the world. Phnom Penh bound for the eight time in eight years. This is one last holiday in the sun. Time to relax and work out the details regarding my upcoming sabbatical. A final trial run before I leave for the Big One....

Arrived in Phnom Penh on Saturday after dark. Took a tuk tuk into town, feeling disorientated and without any sense of time. Everything's vaguely familiar and strangely different. Drinking too much on my first night in town. Then a good long sleep to recover from the trip. But the next few days I still feel sour, failing to shake of this twitchy state of mind…
Maybe it's because of the rainy season. Dark clouds hang low over Phnom Penh. The tropical downpours never seem to stop. Leaving my room means running for shelter. Hiding away in tuk tuks and bars. I would love to take more pictures but it's so damp and wet that I'm afraid to take my fancy camera out. The humidity's everywhere. Moisture's already creeping in my backpack, my clothes, my trusty, old laptop and even in my bones. I want to get up but I just got no energy.
(...) Another reason for being ill-at-ease might be this girl I'm hanging out with. We've met on a previous trip. I thought it would be nice to see her again (as a friend) but I was wrong. My mind's really not in it anymore but I keep failing in trying to deliver that message…
Mr. Stupid; finally got over my divorce and already stumbling into another troublesome relationship. I'm such a donkey.

We take the bus down to the sea. Back to SnookyVille. Always gravitating back to this end-of-the-road coastal town. This time it feels like I picked the wrong time to come. Too much rain, too much humidity, maybe just too soft-hearted for this town...

Drizzle - downpour - heavy thunderstorm - light rain - more drizzle - heavy rain - heavier rain - apocalyptic thunderstorm - drops of rain - … (repeat indefinitely)

But even Sihanoukville fails to lift up my spirit. In the never-ending rain this place is ever more depressing than Phnom Penh. Closed bars line up a deserted beach. A few moto-dops are looking for tourists but there's almost no one around. Staff members of empty bars stare aimlessly at the rain pouring down. Still staying with this girl in her backstreet room. I want to get out of here but it's so hard to leave her behind. Pity is the worst feeling to start a relationship on but it makes it very hard to run.

(Mr. Righteous doesn't run) 
Two days ago:

I'm feverish (that damned humidity got me good) and slightly drunk. Nevertheless checked myself in a cheap, run-down guesthouse close to the beach. Alone (at last). Finally talked to my girl. She didn't understand my reasons, of course. But she got the point.
It's all over now, baby-blue. Good luck in the big, wide world etc.

Common sense tells me the best thing to do is to get on the next bus out of here.
Of course, that's not going to happen.
I'll stay right here
in Sihanoukville
for just a few days more...