On the bus back to Phnom Penh, a friendly woman kept speaking to me in Khmer. Eventually I gave up making gestures indicating I wasn't following her line of thought, and just smiled and laughed. She could tell that I didn't like the papaya I had bought during the journey (it tastes like poo) so I gave it to her and she offered me some of her fruit. Presumably still as part of this sharing culture, she helped herself to the wooden stick I was using to eat my fruit with, peeled is slightly to make it thinner, and used it to clean our her ears. Erm, yeah no worries - I wasn't using it anyway...
We got dropped off at the airport and caught a flight to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. We stayed in an eight-bed dormitory. I got hardly any sleep as a couple of inconsiderate dicks arrived late in the room and made one racket after another. And then one of them took the bunk below me and throughout the night, tried to carve his own body shape into his mattress, with the amount of wriggling he was doing.
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