It's raining.
More accurately; it's raining again.
Well, it has been raining almost all week. But I still don't mind that much. I play a lot of online poker and watch a lot of Mad Men. Easy life. But the best thing about the rainy season is Occheuteal Beach. 3.5 km of wide-open space, nothing but sand and sea, strong wind, big waves and almost no one around. Running on this empty beach is an absolute bliss.
Election weekend is here. There's a lot of military in town and, more importantly, there's a 48 hours booze-ban in effect. Of course, I took precautions days ago (a bottle of Jack) and don't go out drinking in this weather anyway. That's really all there is to say about these local elections by a barang like me.
(Third World) elections.
Everybody knows how it goes.
(For some quick insight in Cambodian politics; The New York Times ran an excellent piece a few days ago: '10.000 Days of Hun Sen')
Tomorrow, when the Cambodians go to vote, I'm leaving the country for (at least) a few days. No worries, I trained a team of monkeys and put them in an abandoned shack on Victory Hill. They work 24/7 to deliver a new issue of The Sihanoukville Gazette every single day. Even during my absence this should continue uninterrupted. In case anything goes wrong I'll be eating monkey soup on my return. That should keep those banana-eating bastards motivated.
Anyway, I'm shit scared. In fact, I would prefer to just stay in Sihanoukville. Especially after my fail-trip to India; I'm not all that eager to travel all alone to unknown places. Alas, I believe sometimes a man has to do whatever scares him the most. Otherwise we're all just getting old and fat and weak. So I tossed my toothbrush, some clothes and a few books in a small backpack. Tomorrow morning I'm on a bus to the border...
Check out my Twitter to follow the trail into Vietnam.
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