A few days later came the new year’s eve celebrations.
The festivities started, as most days did, at the guest house with the regulars. However there was a new group of newcomers that had recently arrived at Lim hour. They were called Mikel, Sunny and Hanna. They had come from Vietnam where they were working, and were taking a few days holiday in Cambodia to celebrate new year’s eve. They had befriended us all and settled in quickly, as most people did.
Mikel wasn’t messing around, and started off in the afternoon with neat vodka. The rest of us joined in with some beers not long after.
The venue for the countdown was Richies bar. Again, not that dissimilar from most other days. So before long we made our way there. We proceeded to enjoy the night, drinking copiously and setting off fireworks.
By about 11, Mikel had passed out in a sunbed on the beach. Being the nice chaps that we were, we didn’t want him to miss the revelry and so attempted to wake him. However no amount of yelling in his face or shaking seemed to do the trick. There was nothing for it but to attempt to get him home. Me and Pat attempted to deadlift him home. However despite only being a 5 minute walk we realised this would be a bit of a struggle. So we made it as far as the road, and then unceremoniously dumped him in a tuk tuk, I rode along with him. The driver wanted several dollars payment. I paid him despite the fact that I was trying to help a friend, despite the fact that it was new year and despite the fact he had only driven for little over 10 seconds! The swine.
So Mikel was unceremoniously dumped on the ground, and the tuk tuk took off. Then came the difficult challenge of actually getting him to his room. It took a while but eventually I half carried, half dragged him there. Once that was done I ran back to the bar just in time for the new year countdown, and a kiss from one of the girls. I guess it wasn't all bad.
After more drinking and dancing I staggered home and plopped myself in an armchair outside the room for a bit. Thomas soon appeared looking pretty wired and joined me. We both sat outside babbling about nonsense. He moved from the chair to an inflatable tyre. After a very long time we ran out of the drink. There is a hint of dawn in the air as I went off to bed.
The next day I woke up and found Thomas fast asleep in the exact same place that I left him.
The festivities started, as most days did, at the guest house with the regulars. However there was a new group of newcomers that had recently arrived at Lim hour. They were called Mikel, Sunny and Hanna. They had come from Vietnam where they were working, and were taking a few days holiday in Cambodia to celebrate new year’s eve. They had befriended us all and settled in quickly, as most people did.
Mikel wasn’t messing around, and started off in the afternoon with neat vodka. The rest of us joined in with some beers not long after.
The venue for the countdown was Richies bar. Again, not that dissimilar from most other days. So before long we made our way there. We proceeded to enjoy the night, drinking copiously and setting off fireworks.
By about 11, Mikel had passed out in a sunbed on the beach. Being the nice chaps that we were, we didn’t want him to miss the revelry and so attempted to wake him. However no amount of yelling in his face or shaking seemed to do the trick. There was nothing for it but to attempt to get him home. Me and Pat attempted to deadlift him home. However despite only being a 5 minute walk we realised this would be a bit of a struggle. So we made it as far as the road, and then unceremoniously dumped him in a tuk tuk, I rode along with him. The driver wanted several dollars payment. I paid him despite the fact that I was trying to help a friend, despite the fact that it was new year and despite the fact he had only driven for little over 10 seconds! The swine.
So Mikel was unceremoniously dumped on the ground, and the tuk tuk took off. Then came the difficult challenge of actually getting him to his room. It took a while but eventually I half carried, half dragged him there. Once that was done I ran back to the bar just in time for the new year countdown, and a kiss from one of the girls. I guess it wasn't all bad.
After more drinking and dancing I staggered home and plopped myself in an armchair outside the room for a bit. Thomas soon appeared looking pretty wired and joined me. We both sat outside babbling about nonsense. He moved from the chair to an inflatable tyre. After a very long time we ran out of the drink. There is a hint of dawn in the air as I went off to bed.
The next day I woke up and found Thomas fast asleep in the exact same place that I left him.
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