a predicament

well...lucy left this morning. and my bike died last ght which has made for a slightly more sobre few days the the previous. it is actually quite a good story i think.

so friay night we finished a mentally long meeting at the church at about 10:15 then me and chris headed down the the river for a bevie and some food. all was going swimingly although man city v charlton wasnt the most gripping first half ive ever seen. still...the food was good. we headed back and rather out of the blue my bike starts slowing and chuging along. its wortyh pointing out at this point that ive have become afectionately used to the loud roaring vibrating nature of my crappy moto, yet nothing could have prepared me for the ensuing adventure. we walked the bike round the corner and put some gas in, the bike still wouldnt work. so being a good hour and a half away from either of our houses we figured it was a good time to crack on and start the long walk back. bearing in mind wqe didnt start eating untill about 11, so by this time it was pushing 1am, which is not the best time for two white blokes to strolling around phnom penh. despite the fact that we are both incredibly muscular and well built guys i thin a man with a knife would probably win the an argument...just. so, we had been walking for about 5 minutes when this moto driver pulls up and offers to take us back, when we explained to the kind gentleman our predicament he began to explain how he could drive his moto and push ours at the same time. chris turned to me with a big grin on his face and said 'its alright mate khmer people do it all the time'. in my determination to become a fully integrated member of this society that card never fails to get me to do something i would stongly recommend not doing. so i jumped on the back of the guys bike he put his right foot, which is in charge of his breaks, on the back of my bike as chris steered. in this manor me coasted all the way through the city at way past midnight and arrived home a few minutes later with only a few major accidents avoided and 5000 riel poorer.

true story.

i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed doing it.

on a different tone, this week has been really good. its been great hanging out with the girls and like i say lucy is flying to sydney as i write, then on to aukland. im dead jealous.
we went to orussay market yesterday which was good id never been inside before and hadnt really had a reason becaue i didnt thin they sold anything different from any of the other markets closer to me, so i never bothered. however i did find a gem, they had an original game boy. you remember the big grey bricks? i didnt buy it and didnt even really stop to look but im seriously considering going back and getting it. how brilliant is that?!

so i dreamt of mario in my sleep last night and other more adventerous cadavours with chris and broken motos.
happy days,
Ben.