After our walk around the temple, we decided to grab a snack before. The bus ride from Phnom Penh to Siem Reap takes about 6 hours and we didn’t really eat a proper meal – just snacks in between so we needed to sit down and eat some food to be able to walk around.
We ended up near Pub Street (We didn’t go to Pub Street yet because we wanted to save that for another night!). We walked around and stopped at a few shops – there are a few nice boutique shops but most of the time you can get similar things for a cheaper price at the market (especially the night market) so we didn’t end up getting anything.
After walking around a street full of restaurants, bars and cafes, we decided to sit ourselves at the Khmer House Restaurant. Their $1.50 cocktails and 50 cent beer really caught our attention. We ordered a plate of Green Mango Salad. Three cocktails and a draft beer for me.
While we were sitting down trying to take a break from the heat, street kids came and went with postcards, artworks, bracelets and books harassing us to buy one – with their broken but very clear and comprehensible English skills. We are very used to this and most of the time can just say ‘no’ and ignore them until they go away – since we know that the more we talk to them the more they will try to sell you their products (their negotiation skills will make sales people cry). Some rude kids will throw in a rude comment here and there but as long as you don’t let it get to you, it’s fine. Usually these things can get annoying if I am really tired or if it keeps going on (especially if the same kids come over and over again and say “OK, you buy now?” How about now?”) but there was something else that as getting on my nerves.
An old white man sitting two tables behind us with a young khmer girl wrapped around his arm. That, I’m not going to judge so leave it at that. What actually annoyed me was how he was talking to these kids on the street. He sounded like a 3 year-old throwing a tantrum at these 9 year-old street kids. “No, I don’t want to buy your stupid book.” “You have nothing.” “What do I have? I have love (pointing at the girl sitting next to him.)” “She makes me feel good.. and you? you have nothing.”
“ARE YOU FREAKIN SERIOUS? GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE, YOU IMMATURE PRICK. ARE YOU PROUD OF YOURSELF? DIRTBAGS LIKE YOU DON’T DESERVE TO TRAVEL – EVER. GO BE AN ASSHOLE IN YOUR FREAKEN COUNTRY. PIECE OF SHIT.” Is exactly what I didn’t say to him but really really wanted to. Now that it’s out of my system.. let’s ignore him.
After our uncomfortable ‘relaxing’ break, we decided to walk around more and bumped into this BEAUTIFUL boutique hotel that I know, someday, I WILL stay there. If I had the money. We asked the manager to give us a tour of the place and he gladly said ‘yes.’ He told us that there were 4 rooms in total all designed by different interior designers. The one we looked at, ABSOLUTELY gorgeous. Two floors high, flat screen TV, incredible bathtub. On the top floor was a private jacuzzi that looked over facing the horizon as the sun set – oh my goodness, I can’t stress enough about how beautiful it was.
Hotel BE Angkor – Check out their website for more photos – I couldn’t take any pictures.
When we walked around telling the manager how nice it was, he said.. ‘Yea, it’s nice but still no customers.’ We all told him.. ‘yea.. well.. it’s the price. No one’s going to pay $200+ a night to stay in Siem Reap – especially in an alleyway near Pub Street.’ Hope he finds a solution and doesn’t close down because I AM GOING BACK.