Crunchy Crickets in Siem Reap, Cambodia

H was still sick and I didn’t want her to miss out on anything.

I spent a few days reading and writing, spending time with people at the hostel and striking up friendships that I will always appreciate.

On one of the nights, I went out with T and some of his friends to Pub Street. We drank beer and showed off our ridiculously cool dance moves at Angkor What? One of the biggest, loudest clubs on Pub Street.

I ate out at various little local restaurants, one thing I will miss about Asia is perfectly steamed rice. Some of my favourite dishes included avocado shake, sticky rice & omelette for breakfast and Khmer amok fish curry (served in a coconut) for dinner.

When H was feeling a bit better AV took us to have a look around the night market by the river.

We jumped in a TukTuk that we hailed as we walked down the street and pulled up outside a bridge lit up with neon lights.

We crossed the bridge into the night market and wandered down alleys lined with shops. Brightly patterned trousers in every colour, headphones, speakers and laser pens, handmade jewellery, candles in the shape of exotic flowers and hundreds of different scented incense sticks were laid out top browse.

I got absolutely and utterly destroyed by mosquitos at the night market, even after having covered myself in bug spray to the point of choking.

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I wouldn’t wish this upon any body! I apologise to TinTin’s Hostel, as by the time I had left your aloe vera plant only had two leaves left on it!

One of the guys (old eclectic R) staying at the hostel had his 76th birthday while we were there. We headed into Pub Street and started off at Red Piano where we had a few beers and listened to a fantastic live band, we then headed to a Beatles themed bar called Yellow Submarine.

We carried on walking further down and stopped off at a small bar just down the street where we had a few more beers and H & T made a new friend.

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Next, we stopped for Bloody Mary’s at an American diner/biker themed bar, although the atmosphere dwindled slightly as everyone got sucked into the rugby.

Then we looped back round to the main bit of pub street. We were tired and hungry so myself, H & T stopped off at the same little cheap open restaurant we had on our very first day in Siem Reap, and R headed on to another bar.

After dinner we decided to make our way back to the hostel, walking down the street lined with food vendors you can pick up any kind of tasty snack…

Crunchy crickets or cockroaches, tantalising tarantula, anyone?

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T actually bought a small bag of crickets and munched on those as we made our way back.

On one of the last days, we went with Av for lunch at Kuriosity Kafe. A strange place, a little like an American diner, but with weird and wonderful metal statues inside and out with a totally random assortment of furniture.

In the evening, we went to The Temple bar which is just across the road from Angkor What? on Pub street. Downstairs becomes a club atmosphere when evening falls, with loud music pumping to rival their opponents across the street. Upstairs they have traditional dancers on stage, great food, fantastic looking cocktails, free pool tables and some nice seating.

With H feeling more up to scratch, we booked bus tickets back to Bangkok. The pick up time was less than ideal (4am) but there were not multiple pickup options so we just had to accept it.

As it was a sleeper bus, we had come to the conclusion (with some encouragement from the others) that it would make more sense to stay up for the night until pickup, and then sleep while on the move. It seemed like a good enough plan.

All of the guys stayed up with us to see us off. We had drinks (plenty of espresso martinis to keep us awake), we played music, chatted and played silly games.

When the time came we said our goodbyes and hopped on the TukTuk that would take us to the coach.

At first I had been very overwhelmed in Siem Reap, I felt agitated and on edge. After a few days of getting to know the area, I started to relax little by little.

Siem Reap grew on me and I was a little sad to leave, although my nose never did become fully accustomed to the smell!

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Freelance writer who loves reading, cooking & travelling. Rarely spotted without red lipstick. Penchant for whiskey on the rocks.

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