But I go too fast as usual, in order to leave a written record of everything ...
noon of January twenty-six duemilaundici
Last day in Seam Reap, I have done a tour of the market with all my baggage on their shoulders, they are divided in my backpack so that you have already in mind the things I want to leave during my way, a sheet, towel, the two books I finished reading the LONELY Planet's Vietnam, that of Cambodia, a pair of shoes and some clothes. When I left I put a copy in your backpack shiddartha convinced that I would find someone to donate it, is in Italian and decided I'll give it to his son Antonio who is fourteen years old, I hope you will appreciate how I have done the reading.
also just found the right place, let the flag of Brazil bought two years ago on the island of Fernando de Noronha and the flag of peace that was in my room, I want to leave them in a temple as a sign of good luck for me and everyone can watch.
Now that I write, I sat alone in an Indian restaurant, my favorite, an American asks me where I'm headed, I tell him some of my trip and he tells me that teaching in korea and is now maybe back in america for a holiday and decided to take a ride in this area before going back, say hello to me and said perhaps because there riincontreremo Batambang to go to tomorrow and I wish them good luck.
How often I apologized for my bad English, and like so many others told me not to worry that he certainly was better than his Italian.
I called Antonio and is now leaving, I can not even finish my Thali, ask for the bill, four dollars, and I pay load to reach the bus that will take us to Batambang Also today, I could not tell the evenings in Seam Reap with maps and our friend Lorenzo and Makara TukTuk, races "clandestine" friendly, organized for our amusement and disbelief Cambodian boys, we had a race motor, a bicycle and the most beautiful with TukTuk, but maybe if I did not write is because it does not.
On the evening of the race with TukTuk we had all our machines in hotel picture except that I always inseparable Ixus backpack, low quality but you can see what happens ...
The race has not been a real challenge, I and most, after our Cambodian friends have trusted in loans (no money) their tuktuk, we have did a tour and the last section we have simulated the race to keep them entertained for a while, then we have offered a drink to all the usual four liters of beer.
rocks and I have also spent a night with Cambodian Makara tuktuk our friend and his brother, took us to a nightclub frequented only by Cambodians, hiphop and delirium that reminded me of when I was sixteen and went to the disco, then because of them we went to a nightclub like motorway service stations, even this only for local, menus and staff do not even speak English, something we ate, talked to other customers (with the translation of our guide) and then we went to sleep happy to have had the opportunity to see these places away from the tourist routes.
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