Last night was like an action movie. My girlfriend, or is she my wife, didn't return to the hotel after two hours, it was closer to 9 hours. What I'm 😴 getting to is I couldn't wait around in our hotel room any longer. It was almost dark outside. I had no knowledge of where we were, actually an area with very few stores. I had the front desk call a Tuk Tuk driver. He arrived, and I was off in the direction of 7-Eleven to buy candy bars for the long journey home. Gawd. Why did I have to be my own snacks hero. Don't do it Scott. I did it. Just like a famous chase scene, we were on the move and none of the alleys with giant holes and dirty puddles of perhaps water, could slow us down. But maybe a rabies dog or two had high hopes of taking a woof out of me. Don't look. Just when it seemed like we were gonna star in beyond Phnom Penh, the driver smiled. We had arrived. Thank God and Buddha. And the action thriller in me.

I bought candy, Coca-Cola, and bottled. I'm not sure which one kills us faster these days, but I'm blessed and nothing rotten the new administration can do is gonna do me in. So, now down to business. I bought an iced Americano. Just better than a movie ending. It is Phnom Penh 7-Eleven vs. Siem Reap 7-Eleven. 

                             bottled water