It's Pchum Benh, the Feast of the Dead. An appropriate time to be in town...
SnookyVille in the rain is creeping up on me like a town full of ghosts. Every corner, every bar, every place full of memories but without the slightest hint of a happy future. I've known this for years but I still can't leave, I even can't stay away. Like a tired, old junkie who always wants more...
But first a well-deserved plug: Apple Guesthouse:
It's right off Occheuteal Beach. Clean, simple rooms with fan, cable-tv, cold water and fast wifi for $6/night. Highly recommended for anyone who likes the beach, good value and unlimited internet (even downloaded the latest episodes of The Simpsons and Boardwalk Empire last night without any trouble).
Back to my story: in honor of the Pchum Benh holiday my ex-family-in-law got hold of me and insisted I would join them for the party. I bluntly refused. They weren't pleased. My mother always thought me to be careful with burning bridges but this one felt like pure necessity. Who knows, maybe my days in Sihanoukville are the peak in my bleak existence. Maybe it will all be downhill from here but I'm beyond worrying about that. I just want out. Being polite and considerate is exactly what got me here in the first place.
Then there's still the trouble with Daria as well. I stayed out of her way for about a day and then she was back. She knocked on my door and, like a fool, I let her in...
Always gravitating back to the same old, same old:
Sihanoukville - troublesome relationship - a desire to leave - a failure to actually leave - involved in lots of local drama - drinking too much - smoking weed - this restless state of mind
It's pathetic, I know.
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