Ari's Planet

Yes, well, you knew that all along, didn't you? I'm here in sunny Siem Reap, where the temperature hovers around, oh, say, a bazillion degrees plus one. I came here, like every other tourist in the world, to be chased by kids toting paper cranes and bracelets. Even more spectacular than the kids are the tuk-tuk drivers. Unfortunately, to get to see all the kids and over-priced water vendors and mangy dogs, I've had to go through this hellishly hot road stuck way out in the middle of the jungle. The road, for some unfathomable reason, winds around and around all sorts of decaying and decrepit "temples". I don't know, to me they just look like big piles of rubble. I'd much rather be talking to the moto and tuk-tuk drivers any day. The worst part of this is that it's like so damned hot that I drank about 1 liter of water an hour. I call it my fuel, and if you want to put gas in your moto, just grab the nearest Pepsi or Coke bottle filled with an eerie green or red concoction. Right now I'm just about finished, kaput, done in. Burning off 9 liters of water in 10 hours while cycling 40 or 50 km doesn't leave much energy for holding on to a camera, let alone admiring any nifty paper cranes.