Chi Cha

Saves life, leaves change for booze

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It's 2pm. I just woke up. I can't find a clean plate. I can hardly find a dirty plate, there are so many cockroaches in this place. The heat hurts. It hurts. What is this country thinking, selling me vodka and tonic for less than a dollar? 
I hate you, Phnom Penh.
Call Chi Cha. Order a vegetarian thali. Stumble outside just long enough to find my favourite motodop. Pack him up with cash and send him to get my food. Get back inside. The sun hurts!
Lie very still. Lie very still a little bit longer. Lie so still I find out I'm asleep when I get woken up by the motodop at the door.
Oh, magical yellow goo in plastic bags! Ah, the wonder of egg curry, of dahl, of rice! Sweet balm of soul! Did this really cost me less than five dollars?
I love you, Phnom Penh.