We are being incredibly lazy at our new lakeside guesthouse. So far we've done a whole lot of nothing, followed by some nothing, and then some more nothing after that. This nothing is only interrupted by eating - the food is very good and pretty cheap. We watched The Killing Fields today, this movie plays nightly at every place that has a TV. I think the locals must be bloody sick of it. Last night after watching the sunset over the scungy lake, we think to ourselves - let's get food! So we order a margarita pizza and eat it in the dark on the deck. I'm munching away thinking - damn this is good pizza - and so is Paul. And I think to myself - what is this extra tasty texture I keep coming across? I decide that it's cheese, and think no more of it. So when we're done and I'm licking the plate clean, Paul decides to chime in. Hey Bec you know that's chicken right? What? No! So I eat three more pieces (for scientific testing purposes) while Paul tries hard t...
Three naive Australian kids travelling the world looking for unexploded mines and cheap region free DVDs.