the bug has bitten

by D
I love traveling with A. Possibly more than I love watching movies with him. But, maybe not more than eating with him. Siem Reap was meant to be a short break. A break from working hard and our everyday existence. And that’s what it was - a short break. Let me rephrase that – it was wayyyyyyy too short. We were back before we knew it… and now we are writing about it.

The day before a trip is always frantic. And the Saturday before our early morn (6am) Sunday flight was just that. Frantic and chaotic. There was general cleaning up of the house to be done (A’s mum was coming to stay with us 2 days after we were going to be back from Cambodia), couple of hours at the office to rush through, drinks to be had with a dear friend (in town just for a few days) and of course packing. And may I just add that the previous night had been way too long for me (and A – separately though!) and my head and body were trying to recover from all that through the day.

Ok this is getting really boring. Fast forward to the night. We did whatever we had to do and finally managed to get into bed at 1.30 am. Only to wake up at 3.30. We got to the airport on time and checked in and walked around like zombies. But super excited zombies. We were off traveling! Yay!

The flight was drowsy and uneventful. We got to Siem Reap Airport at about 8ish. And A took some pictures… something that he did a lot of over the next couple of days…

(to be contd...)