I landed in Siem Reap yesterday afternoon and lucked out by meeting Tamara at the airport. Slightly bonkers Canadian woman who would fit right into the Pru Towers gang in SE London.
Checked in, we headed out to explore the town. Then we headed for cocktails…
We picked up Tilda along the way…
And she took us to Picasso’s bar where we playef jenga and drank more cocktails…
Dancing followed. And so today has been a blur of diet cokes, greasy food, and we’re now sitting round the pool of a swanky hotel. Tamara just forced me to order a margarita – S.O.S.
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