I’ve come here to see Classical Khmer Dance, and instead I’m putting up with this guy’s bullshit. ”I’m from NEBRASKA!” he yells at a group of English travelers at the next table (they couldn’t care less). As I wait for the performance to start, I take out a book, but I can’t help but overhear this blowhard.
Here we go——leg three of the Eat, Pray, Love tour. We’ve done Ecuador, we’ve done India, now it’s time for Southeast Asia: Cambodia and Vietnam in particular.
I’ve spent the past month and a half living with Mom and Dad and watching all five seasons of Battlestar Galactica. Sadly, all I really have to show for it is a raging man-crush on Dr. Gauis Baltar.
But let’s face it, the sedentary lifestyle has made me soft—-mentally and physically. As I take my seat on the train and look out the window, I feel my atrophied muscles taking shape under the weight of things to come——-like Rabbit Angstrom returning to the basketball court. This is where I belong
So here we go, en route to New York, en route to Frankfurt, en route to Singapore, en route to Siem Reap. It’ll take a while to get there, but when we do, the madness begins again……
We’re bringing first world problems to the third world.
In Ecuador, I learned to verify a price before ordering anything.
In India, I learned to verify a price AND PAY before ordering anything.
Otherwise you’ll be taken for a ride.
You’ll be served something different from what you ordered, items will be put on your plate without your permission.
All of this will cost money. Extra money.
It doesn’t matter how nice the waiter seems——the bill will always be more once you finish eating.
Now, they’ll try to convince you to pay later. “No, no, sit down. Don’t worry about it.”
Or forever hold your rupees.