I can’t believe it: The Battambang monks didn’t wake me up this morning. But damn it, I woke up before them.
First step was breakfast, but we had a call from the electrician Mr Wise, thus no breakfast. But all the electrics will start tomorrow and all completed in a week.
The re-concreting of the roof should be completed today, as well. I love the workers: when we come in, they all stop and greet us. Some even standing in a pile of wet cement.
And our first friday night in Battambang? We took a Tuk Tuk off to a local restaurant that was closed, so ended up at Apsara Restraunt, which was in the middle of nowhere. Live music and great food. The highlight for me was the raw beef salad, although Robert preferred the deep fried frog legs with an ambrosial crumbed topping of crisp fried garlic and shallot; we both liked the deep fried Tonle Sap red fish buried under an avalanche of crystalline fried basil leaves. Saving the local Sky night club until tonight…