It's the first official day of Khmer New Year and I have a few days off work, which I'm spending at home. It sounds like everyone else has decided to take themselves out of Phnom Penh and either head to the coast, to Siem Reap or to their homeland. I haven't ventured outdoors yet but I could be the only person left in the city for all I know. Unlikely, but its deathly quiet outside. If everything has shut down and I am the only soul left, what will I do for food...I've got bugger all in my food pantry and fridge. Note to self - I must stop reading fantasy stories like Day of the Triffids. In fact I've just this minute finished reading Foxy Lady - Truth, Memory and the Death of Western Yachtsmen in Democratic Kampuchea
and so will let you have my thoughts on that book soon. It was hard to put down, even though I knew the ending. More ramblings later.
A ramble update. I made it out of my apartment before mid-day to find that I wasn't the only soul left in Phnom Penh afterall. Predictably whilst walking the streets, foreign faces are much in evidence whilst the Khmers on show are either security guards or a few hardy sellers trying to make a dollar. Lucky supermarket was open, so I replenished my food stocks and grabbed a bite to eat at Lucky Burger for my sins. Not exactly a holiday feast.
Keen to give anyone a 2nd chance, I headed for Ngon Restaurant tonight, the incredibly popular and happening place on Sihanouk Boulevard, but it only reinforced my original opinion. My choice of food was to be frank, horrendous, though the service was quicker. There were people queuing up to get in as every seat in the house was taken, but for the life of me I don't know why and I won't be giving it a 3rd chance that's for sure.
Labels: Khmer New Year, Ngon restaurant