That's an awful lot of hookers

With a new motivation in the excitement leading up to getting to the Thai Islands I decided to paint the town red in Phnom Penh. It was not your ordinary night out either!

I met a girl called Yasmine in my dorm so we decided to go up to the rooftop bar in the hostel. We got a beer each and had a bit of a chat. We were then invited to play beer pong with Alex, Brad and Jessie. I put in a terrible performance. Not one single cup the entire game, even though I was giving out some banter and show boating a little ironically. That is until we lost our last cup, I haphazardly tossed the ball in my hand to the other end of the table. Plop, straight in, nothing but net!

Unbelievable, I lost my head, shouted and as my arms went up in triumph I screamed, "you see what you get! You see what you get when you mess with a warrior!" My beer pong virginity had been taken and it felt oh so good.

We then went out for dinner, after dinner I had the bright idea of buying some tins on the riverside and sitting there. Would have been a lovely idea, without the strong smell of urine and rats running around! We bought the beers off a guy with no legs, this didn't seem to deter him though as he had strapped himself into rollerblades with disco lights to zoom up and down the prom.

After returning to the hostel we joined another group of backpackers and got a tuk tuk into town. After a couple at a bar that only seemed to have 12 songs on loop we went to a club.

I have never received so much attention in a nightclub before. Clearly all of the Cambodian women in short skirts and high heels had impeccable taste in men. Either that or, as Yasemin pointed out, the room was about 94% saturated with prostitues.

It was here that the night got really interesting, as after a while we asked a bouncer, in the nicest possible way "is there a place around here we can go that isn't full of, ahem, 'ladies of the night'?"

Fifteen minuets later we were in a gay bar called heart of darkness, surrounded by mincing gay hookers. Not exactly what we had in mind!

We left rather swiftly. 

When we arrived back to the hostel with a dry lightning storm cracking serverly over our heads. In one of the flashes I spotted a big green snake swimming smoothly threw the gutter water. We gathered round to look and were accompanied by a policeman who was driving past.

The policeman got out his touch so we could get a better look. We all stared in silence at the snake, until 'CRACK!'. I now know never to mess with a Cambodian policeman as his touch is also a friggin taser!