I reluctantly left Sihanoukville yesterday. It was a good time. I remember playing lots of chess, swimming, and watching movies. The rest is a marijuana induced dream with hazy details. So I took a minibus to Kampot where I am now. I felt pretty bad for the other people on the bus cause I smelled like shit. Well, not like shit, but like very bad body odor. It's not my fault really. The room I was sleeping in was hot as the sun's asshole and there were no fans or ventilation or nothin. So I woke up wet with sweat and stinkiness and got on the bus. Somebody even said "someone on here has BO" I didn't tell him it was me (he probably knew).
I'm gonna leave Kampot tomorrow because there isnt anything to do here. I'm gonna go back to Phnom Penh just for a couple days and hang with chilli. Did I tell you about him? If I didn't then let me explain that he is a little Cambodian weed monster. If he's not smoking a joint, he's rolling one. That said, he 's a charming and fun guy to hang out with. 2 days later I go to Vietnam, yes!
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