Tastes like chicken!

We are being incredibly lazy at our new lakeside guesthouse. So far we've done a whole lot of nothing, followed by some nothing, and then some more nothing after that. This nothing is only interrupted by eating - the food is very good and pretty cheap.

We watched The Killing Fields today, this movie plays nightly at every place that has a TV. I think the locals must be bloody sick of it.

Last night after watching the sunset over the scungy lake, we think to ourselves - let's get food! So we order a margarita pizza and eat it in the dark on the deck. I'm munching away thinking - damn this is good pizza - and so is Paul. And I think to myself - what is this extra tasty texture I keep coming across? I decide that it's cheese, and think no more of it. So when we're done and I'm licking the plate clean, Paul decides to chime in. Hey Bec you know that's chicken right? What? No! So I eat three more pieces (for scientific testing purposes) while Paul tries hard to remind me what chicken tastes like. Finally I'm convinced and start tongue-ing chicken out of my teeth.

Sigh. Eight years of hard work gone.

But I've moved on! Eventually we will have to start thinking about maybe seeing some sights or something, and decide where we want to spend Christmas and new year. I'm thinking Sihanoukville, where the beaches are festy and the water is rotten. We have half a mind to stay put until our visa expires, then move into Laos and do the same thing. If the sights are worth seeing they'll come to us surely!