DAY TWENTY EIGHT

The last full day in Cambodia had a dedicated itinerary attached...rescue smelly clothing from the Kampot Express Bus terminal, a visit to a music store to scope out a new electric acoustic and a visit to the markets for souvenirs -obviously priority events of course.
The smelly bag was prised off the lost and found counter without too much hassle, then it was onwards to the music store. There was some absolutely fantastic electric acoustics in a wide range of finishes, including the one I had a cheeky eyeball on. It was finished in a dark wood grain and had an exquisite sound, and at 210 US Dollars...bargonio! A thought fluttered into my mind that perhaps it would be wise to check Airline baggage guidance to see whether I could get a guitar on our last three flights. After trawling through the internet researching Qantas, Tiger and Virgin flight information, I was none the wiser. After discussions and soul searching, it was decided that it would better to wait until Australia....I wandered from the store dejected, looking back over my shoulder for one last look before the guitar disappeared from view for the last time.
The markets were completely nuts as per normal....this particular market is immense in size. Aisles and aisles of silk, souvenirs, clothes, food, electronics, jewellery etc. The pre-market warmup chat was all about haggling the traders to the last penny, and haggle we did. Jasmin used the tact of laughing at their initial price, then it whistled at their next price, then giving our thanks for their time then walking away. It didn't take long for the shouts of ' Sir, Sir' or ' lady' to echo throughout the market centre. It was actually quite pleasing after being hassled constantly throughout the last month to get our own back!
A bag full of booty was attained, and with a pop in our stride we strode carefree from the market, very happy with our dealings.
Jasmin then started the first of a few little belters. The first being on our walk to the riverfront ' have you seen that woman in her pyjamas?' I explained to her that it was traditional Cambodian wear, to which I was treated to the next question ' did you hear about the lady that was arrested in Tesco's for wearing pyjamas?'. Brilliant.
Returning to the hotel with our take for the day necessitated a dip in the hotel pool before heading out for our last Cambodian night of fun and frolics.
A shimmering light on the dark street caught our eye, which proved to be bar called 'The Happy Dog'. 75 cents a beer, and wood fired pizza made out the back of a Tuc Tuc. ' Katy Peris Pizza' as it was known, was a Tuc Tuc with the pizza oven, topping trays, dough station and a rolling bench. Obviously it's no Davincis, but incredibly, was a very tasty pie! After a few hours, Fred headed off to the night club district to, in his words ' target the drunk people'. I hope with his pizzas and nothing else!! It is quite a site to see - a motorbike with a pizza shop on the back of it - it really did not look sturdy!