Cambodia 2020 - 18. Housekeeping and Anecdotes

18. Housekeeping and Anecdotes

Just a Bunch of Notes and Small Blips of Stories:

That's Better

We took a day of rest after our outing to the Chopstick Houses.

It took me a bit to clean myself, the red dust was literally everywhere. I undressed in the shower stall to not spread the dust all over.

All my stuff had to go to the laundry. We had 2.6 kg of laundry.The hotel would wash it but wanted $8. Ana told me about a laundry down the road where I dropped it off and their charge was $2.50. It was nice and clean, ironed and folded and ready the next day.

Guess Who Had the Margarita - Yum

Thank you, Ana.

We did our pool thing, just relaxed, tried the fresh coconut drink the hotel offered but were not enthused about it.

I also tried the hotel cappuccino…  Nope…I am a snob, nothing better than Italy for that.

We were given special fruits by the hotel staff. I believe they like us, they want to do something out of the ordinary for us. Ana has taken to giving us special fruits in the morning. Carol is an inspiration to the girls here, they can’t believe this grandma is still riding a motorcycle, so unlike their own grandmothers, if they have one.

Jack Fruit - Large Seeds Inside

So we get jack fruit, papaya, mango, pineapple and sweet cucumber, nicely diced and served almost each morning. Jack fruit is wonderful, not sure why we don’t sell it much in North America. Sweet cucumber is a bit like honeydew melon, just different. We all know papaya, pineapple and mango, right?

I found salak to buy in Cambodia, something like $5 kg… I buy 2 or 3 fruits at a time is enough for me; it will not shock my wallet. This salak is imported from Bali, where it is much cheaper.

Our hotel has a difficult time boiling eggs. I don’t know why, but I ask for a hard boiled egg and always get the white as being runny. The eggs are just beyond ‘raw’. Yuk!

Even Carol tried to order them for me, in case I don’t say it correctly, still… runny eggs. We tried telling them a 6 minute egg, still it gets to me… runny. It’s almost a joke… they don’t seem to understand hard-boiled.

One of the Large Signs for the Apsara Dancers

Boiled eggs are served with soy sauce, Carol loves it… me, not so much.

It was a day of writing notes, sending out postcards.

We arranged, with Ana’s help, for a visit to a dance school.

Stay tuned for a later Blog… Apsara Dancers…