Cambodia Dirt absorption; Or, I see The Hefalumps were Busy Bees

poor beggar girls I gave them some coke at least

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Ahhh Yeah Hefalumps very large Creatures they be- and yet the Hefalump, or Elephant is also a Useful worker who, by my guess, did some hard work building the Temples of Angkor in Cambodia. You know a lot of people will tell you that Hefalumps and Wuzzles should be hunted and cooked in glazed honey after being properly caught and butchered- but this is where Winnie the Pooh and Piglet tangent off from my feelings for the elephant. Not to say I would not try sampling a properly prepared Elephant Steak - after all they kind of look like overgrown pigs, but ahhh I like to think that they are also friendly and helpful animals. Errr but my point is I explored and photo shot all Angkor Thom, the Main Temple; Angkor Wat; and another one ahhh I'll have to edit this but it's the one ruined temple one with all the 15 foot thick 900 hundred year old trees in it.
But let me digress into my story the travel here was terrible terrible a true test of glut and ham strength. More than 90 percent of the seven hour journey from the Thailand border to Siem Reap Cambodia was on bumpy dirt roads. The worthless "VIP Bus" had no AC to speak of and broke down twice- the first was a flat, and the second was a steering failure. Both break downs were amusing opportunities for the locals and the travelers alike as we both took time to gather around our mechanic / bus driver and joked and stared at each other.
Ahh the Temple(s) were monolithic enormous time worn efforts that must of been the death of many a poor peasant around 1000 years ago (opps my time could be off 100 years or so I yet to finish reading my Angkorl Book). They look so much more marvelous and mysterious then the best Tomb Raider/ Indiana Jones / or Lord of The Rings Book ever did. Tomorrow I am planning to kill my day visiting a nearby killing field by bike. Ahhh not to say the murder was done by bicycle- thats just how I'm planning to arrive there- not to imply I will be slain while riding my bike- I mean to say I'll visit the site of slaughter via a rented bicycle. On the other hand Jesu forbid it but I could be slain on my way to the killing fields by a truckload of Democratic Market going Pigs - that is I think Cambodia is a Democracy so when they sell deliver ham it may go by truck.
Ahh right so ahh I met to fine Italians I spent the day with here touring and luckily for me they warded off the Denmark Ladies who seem to have a fascination with me - the Omniscient alone knows why. But the point is that my poor bottom got a beating sitting in the back of a pickup truck for three hours since our ancient mini-"VIP" bus died. 17 people in one pickup- including all our baggage I went Donald Duck Quacky on the driver and asked what he was thinking when he informed his base to only bring one pickup truck for us... but God Bless us all none of us rebounded out of the back. Ok so ahh let's see another point to go over is that Cambodians seem to like US dollars better - I think it is because charging one dollar for a can of coke is an instant profit. Err and the other point is ahhh Cambodian dancing is graceful but boring I much prefer Hula Hawaiian, hip hop head spinners, Dancers or leaping ballet Classics. Also, I like to advise everyone coming to Cambodia to make sure the vehicle transporting them ether flies or is an off road jacked up vehicle else your buttocks pain is your own problem...