Siem Reap means "Siam Defeated" in the Khmer language. It is a fun town, fully developed from, and for, tourists and their money. The key to the prosperity is the nearby temple of Angkar Wat, one of the wonders of the world. I had a great time here. We stayed in a guesthouse called the Ivy Guesthouse. We even found a restaurant advertising "happy" pizza on a sign. The pizza has a special ingredient, a "herbal" ingredient, if you catch my drift. We saw some mildly stoned Japanese-tourists here, and a few hippyish backpackers sat down to see what it was all about.
Ken loved a restaurant that sold hamburgers, that were not really hamburgers, but ground beef in a baguette. Everywhere we ate they seemed to provide us with these baguettes, obviously the French colonial influence, which somehow survived the Khmer Rouge era, surprisingly.
Wild monkeys, just outside of Siem Reap on the side of the road.
Despite all the foods I ate in Cambodia, I happily had only one explosive bout of diarrhea that quickly passed but left me exhausted and asleep for a 14 hour spell of pure bliss, a sleep that did wonders for my jetlag.
Must have been warm.