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Hello. Fu and S's flight has been "delayed" by 12 hours. We are not happy. We have been put up at the Blue Diamond. Did we expect this? No. Are we that surprised? No. Is this better than the sleeper bus? Yes. With that being said, things could be worse. For example: Conor has a 23 hour layover in Beijing. So that is a little worse than the Blue Diamond. The blog lives one for one day more. For anyone that is still following. - Fu and Sar

Tonight is the last night of our trip. We are all a little more rugged than when we first set off, but we're also a little more cultured too. We did a lot and saw a lot in each of the four countries we visited, more than we could adequately put into words here. We met a lot of really great people too. The food will also be missed, especially by Sarah. It has been a great experience to wake up each day to a new adventure. The times we had will be cherished forever, and we look forward to the days when we can tell our grandchildren about all the cool shit we did. But for real. On to the next: Fu is headed to Japan, Sar is headed to China, and C is headed back to the good ol' US of A. The next time we'll all be together since Nam is at alumni weekend at Hamilton College. Needless to say, we will all miss each other very much. Until then. Thanks to our freedom seekers for following our blog! The end. Love, The Breakfast Club

Hard at work.

We tried to sneak into the Rex today to go for a dip in their 5 star rooftop pool. The pool police confronted us after we'd already been in the water for a bit; she made us pay. Why are things always less enjoyable when you have to pay for them?

This is a throwback video to our time in Cambodia. We've been trying to post it for a while but couldn't because of weak wifi. Regardless, this is a clip of the Cambodian boxing match we attended in Siem Reap. Plz note the "peanut gallery" in the stands in front of us; these guys were putting bets on the fighters, some dropping more than $200 American dollars on each fight. We saw six fights in total. How we found ourselves in the middle of the commotion, we do not know.

Which one is the real gun? - Fu… **Conor shot as well but Sarah and Fumi felt it would be excessive to post both videos. He will post it later to spite them. But not when they are looking. **

Visited the tunnels of Cu Chi today, the underground Viet Cong city from the Vietnam war. Easily 100 degrees down there with no shortage of bats, roaches and scorpions. Pretty terrifying, couldn’t imagine being down there 50 years ago

Been keeping up with the World Cup during our travels. Very cool to see everyone from all the different countries.

This would be MY tank. - Sar

Went to the War Remnants museum today, which was very interesting...and depressing too. Saw a lot of shit that they never showed us in the American textbooks.

Food so good.

Notre Dame Cathedral in Saigon.

MISERY

We are on a 14 hour “sleeper” night-bus to Saigon, but sleep is the last thing we’ll be getting here. This bus is like nothing I have ever seen before: there are bunk-bed-like pairs of reclined seats on either side of the center aisle, which is not passible if you are even slightly overweight. In America, this bus might even be considered a form of weight discrimination. If anyone farts, you’re done. You’re done. There was a fart a few hours back that caused me to lose my will to live and all hope for humanity. In addition to the aisle, the seats themselves are also incredibly narrow. When I sat side by side with Conor on the first of two busses we had to take, the entire sides of our bodies from our shoulders down to our hips were focusing and sweating against one other. Conor and I are friends, so this is ok. However, when sitting next to a complete stranger, the pleasantry of this experience plummets exponentially (not that it was high to begin with). For example, after we had to switch busses in Phnom Pen, I was seated next to a middle-aged Asian man who has repeatedly rammed his knee into the side of my thigh in the midst of his slumber. He also snores. How he managed to fall asleep is a mystery in itself to me. I hate him. I am plotting the most suitable way to seek my revenge against him as I sit here in my misery. Another problem I encountered on this godforsaken piece-of-shit bus is a large beetle that has crawled up through the cracks in the space between the seat and the wall. My solution: I have taken the provided blanket and stuffed it as far down into the crack as it will go. In return, I have had to sacrifice warmth. But at this point, my utility is so low that this has only decreased what little utility I do have left by a marginal (almost negligible) amount. At least the beetle is nowhere to be seen; but he is probably lurking. To make matters even worse, the bus keeps stopping for long stretches of time outside various mysterious Cambodian shanties along the road. Everyone else on the bus (besides the pointy-kneed Asian) is clearly also disgruntled. I could not think of a less comfortable situation if I tried.

At this point, we are all so miserable that it is laughable. I think we’ve really seen it all now.

The time is now 4:42 AM. I can’t wait to get into Nam.

God bless America.

- Sar

* Live Update, 9:01 AM: I have nothing to complain about; Fumi’s situation is far worse. How could it possibly get any worse you ask? Fumi is seated directly underneath the bus’s AC unit. Not only is there a good chance he will walk away from this bus ride with hypothermia, a solitary drop of water has continuously dropped down from the AC unit and onto Fumi’s face every 20 minutes or so throughout the duration of the bus ride. In other words, Fumi has been experiencing Chinese water torture during our travels from Phnom Pen to Saigon. Needless to say, Fumi was not happy when I saw him at the rest stop. Only about two more hours until arrival.

** 11:28 AM: We have arrived and are eating at Burger King. Conor was not exempt from misery: he had two AC jets blowing directly into his two eyeballs during the bus ride, which were but only 2 inches away from his face thanks to the fixed position of the chair. They could not be closed. His eyes were extremely dry and now experiences difficulty blinking.

Wrapping up Cambodia

It’s our last day in Cambodia and we’re taking it easy at our hostel’s pool before boarding a bus for yet another long trek. The next stop is Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon), Vietnam. It’ll take 14 hours, but we opted for the sleeper bus this time so we’ll at least have beds to sleep on. Or at least that’s what we think—we’ve learned you can’t be too sure about really anything over here.

Cambodia has been unreal. Obviously the main attraction here is the temples of Angkor, and they were unlike anything we’ve seen before. It took 2 days to see them all (plus a 4:30 am wake-up on a 3rd day to see an aggressively cloudy and underwhelming sunrise over the temples) but it was well worth it.

We secured the same tuk-tuk driver for the entire time we were here, which ended up being a great move. His name was Set. He was obsessed with us. He took us everywhere notable in the city and knew plenty of the history about every single temple and landmark. Granted we sometimes only understood about 20% of what he was saying but it was all for a great price so everyone wins. In fact, on our last trip with him he made it a point to give us his Facebook name, email address, and phone number (…) so that we could keep in touch with him after Cambodia. Good man.

All for now, we’ll update you once we get off the sleeper bus in Nam. Payce.

A few photos from our time in Cambodia. Dope.

Just got back from a Cambodian "fish massage". Great way to make you self-conscious of the amount of dead skin you have! They prefer those with dirtier feet--the results here are telling...

Angkor Wat selfie: ✔️

#angkorwatselfie #cambodia

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