So here we go

Those were all my e-mails out and now I start this blog thing. Weird, I vowed never to write one of these. Yesterday we started the day at Angkor Wat. This is the huge collection of temples in Siem Reep which is the third largest city in Cambodia. We got there uber early so we couls watch the sun rise over the main temple. As expected it was unbelievably beautiful. After my usual fired pork and noodles we set off into the temple. It was huge and epic and so detailed. Aperently it only took 37 years to build which is amazing. There was no one there to tell me not to climb around so i was climbing and jumping and playing as much as my constant diarhea would let me. To get to the top of the temple you have to go up a straight flight of narrow steep as fuck stairs. I ran up them doggie style with juch ease but had to wait for my comrades. Up at the top I met Sross. He lives in the temple and has for the last 20 years. He was a really funny and spunky guy who shared my love for climbing all over shit and he quickly became our un official tour guide. We went to two other temples which were beautiful but would be boring to write about.
Back to the hotel, to Morris' hotel for a swim. Dinner. Tuk Tuk. Whore House.
Now for the meat of my story.
We thought we were going to go to Kareoke. But when I looked in the door I wasn't so sure. (quick note: Here Kareoke and Hookery are as synonimous as PB and Jelly in the states. Every sign I saw later in the night said, "Kareoke and Massage") There were around twenty girls sitting in a viewing station on couches watching one TV that's back was to us. They looked up excited at the Americans and possible tricks, but I think theyt quickly figured out that we weren't there for what Morris calls BOOM BOOM YUM YUM. Morris grabs my arm and says walk up and down. Look at them! Before I could start he screams to all of us, ""SING!"
I can't say for sure, but I'm pretty sure the Hashkievenu has never been heard in those walls before. But man did we sing and dance for those prostitutes. Unfortunately their Kareoke wasn't to our liking so we moved on. New whore house, new song.
OD YEVO SHALOM ALENU
This time the brothel looked more like a bus stop. At the songs peek one of the prostitutes got up and danced but even that participation didn't earn us an applause at the end.
More to say but my stomach say lets go. And not cause I'm hungry.
Lova all and I'll keep this thing up.
Brady