Cambodia in a Drive By

Happy December! I would make this longer, but my blogging patience is in my hair follicles at the moment; so, where we go:
Cambodia in the last three weeks from November 12-December 1st:
1. Dave has lots of shoots for AsiaLife Magazine. It gives us places to review as far as food, drink, atmosphere. Elephants to visit, a chinsy four-wheeling tour around the country-side, Mr. Fish...little fish that eat the dead skin off your feet and give the best defoliant-smooth-baby-booty-skin EVER. It's supposedly the biggest rave in NYC...thousands of dollars for such a posh treatment. Still to come, Happy Horse Ranch (yes, we are in Cambodia...ah, the tourist market), pain-balling, silk farm, ... This is the most work he's ever done in country, which has left me slightly insane trying to save attractions to see with Dave later, and not being the consumer I am trying to find things to do besides buy, buy, buy. So, on my time, I have created an ulcer in my stomach by becoming addicted to lime juice. Ok, not really, but I think the culprit to my stomach ailments have literally been my passion for the citrus of this country, most notably the lime juice, which up until yesterday I would drink three times a day.
2. Away from AsiaLife, we've eaten lots of fried noodles, fried rice, pork, Nescafe, minibanas, yogurt (until I realized that my lactose intolerace didn't like the yogurt over here ... so much for "natural" probiotics in this body. We have a membership at a houty toity hotel to exercise and swim in the pool, which is the only saving grace of working out. The unairconditioned "gym" is a sauna with some weights, two treadmills, a stationary bike and a dusty yoga mat. I LOVE THE GYM AND THE POOL!!!!!!
3. Our ventured out to the country have left my ass numb and my ability to ride on the back of the dirtbike with "look ma, no hands." It's safe, let go. This land is flat, rice patties abound, a couple of small "mountains" that look like a small solo breast on the horizon. City life is cityish...lots of attempting to fit into too-small shorts at the market, with a fitting room being the young sales women holding up a piece of cloth smaller than a towel. No one seems to care, so I don't either. After about 20 pairs, I finally found one that fit...adorned with zippers, holes, loops and other bedazzles of the Cambodian female fashion world. A photo of fashion will sure to follow soon! We're off to the temples!