The burn of the tiger balm was the most intense feeling that I could remember in at least the past 10 years. The pain was incredible, furious, and I couldn't stop it. I then understood why the muay thai boxers lathered it all over their bodies before fights, just as I had done for my sunburn. It started hunting crabs...okay that sounds wrong in the context of traveling through SE Asia. It started while I was walking the beaches of Rabbit Island, just across from Kep, Cambodia, situated in the Gulf of Thailand, looking for the crabs from the seat to pick up and possibly cook. I had forgone a shirt for a short time, and I paid for it.
There on the beach in Kep, I would spend my days lazing about. It was the epitome of island life, not much to do but sit around, read a bit, walk the beach, have a coconut, eat, and sleep (and smoke ganja in some cases...)
From there we would leave for the polar opposite, a Cambodian Ibiza, Sihanoukville, party central. Like in Vegas, most stories stay there. Richard, however, learned the hard way that some (okay, most) girls don't like being called prostitutes, even if they were...
And fried spiders taste pretty good, but hard to swallow
Tarantula? How was it?
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