Cambodia Dispatch II: Trokalok

After a surprisingly efficient hour at the internet cafe, we went for dinner at one of the street side food stalls. Amazing how quickly they run up when they spot a foreigner, waving English menus that describe in too simplified ways their local street food. We settled down in a spot where locals seem to be arriving at with their scooters, buying food to go - albeit at a price that was probably half what we were paying.

Interesting note: The same person must have printed the menus for all the stalls. They all had the same foods, and the same typographical error... "DRINGING" instead of "DRINKING".

A combination of sign language and broken English brought Coral and me a lovely and simple bowl of Mee-lion-sup-beep (yellow noodles in clear broth and beef slices, garnished with pieces of fried garlic) and fried yellow noodles in a sauce that tasted like a mix of ketchup and soysauce. Plus an Angkor beer, which was a very very very light lager. Plus a super super drink called TROKALOK - which is in essence fresh fruits blended with ice and condensed milk into a shake. So refreshing, rich but not too heavy, sweet but just cut by a bit of sour. It was a little plastic mug of heaven.

I exchanged cigarettes with the cook, and had a chat about what trokalok is all about. The language barrier exists for the sole reason for me to learn how to point and express myself with my hands and face, because my English was apparently not getting through. An enjoyable evening though.

On the way back, Coral was twisting around her seat on the tuk-tuk. She says she was looking to see how the seat cover was stitched to the seat frame... yeah right. I think she was trying to find a seat belt.

Tomorrow... Angkor Wat.