“What’s with the guys there with the mullets?”
“Oh, those two are my brothers.”
Crap, how do I back-pedal out of this one? But luckily the girl was a little drunk to notice I’d just insulted her family, and Anna returned to save me. But seriously, if you’ve got a mullet, and you’re wearing white tube socks, I highly advise that you do not go out to a bar that uses U/V lights. It hasn’t come out that well here, but you should be able to see the socks showing up:
But when you find out that he’s Australian, and about 16 years old, it does kind of explain things. Apparently their family of 5 goes away on expensive holidays every year – the money would probably be better spent on fashion consultants for the two boys. Ah well, can’t be helped. I would have liked to ask the young man if he regretted wearing the white socks to the pub, but I suspect the answer would be “no – why?” Anna tells me that white socks are never appropriate.
We’ve been in Siem Reap the last couple of days, at first seeing the temples, but then the last couple of days have been pretty well wasted. We both came down with some form of food poisoning. I was worse than Anna, but we both didn’t really do much all day yesterday, and today has been an easy day too, while we are recovering.
Unfortunately this has put a slight spanner in the works – we were planning on two more days of riding, from Siem Reap to the Thai border, and then onto the train. With an extra day spent here, we’re now a little short on time, so we’re going to have to bus/train from here to Bangkok in one day. A pity, as we both would have liked a couple more days of riding. So it turns out that the trip has been one way by bike, and return by bus/boat/train. Not like we were trying to set any records anyway.