Happy pizza, oh dear
08.02.2017
I woke up real early. Part of my high ticket price went to a tuk tuk driver who would bring me to the bus station. He never showed up. I waited an hour int he lobby, said goodbye to Helen and no one ever came. The front desk guy made a call, but by then it was too late. I'd have to change my ticket, but no one could tell me if it was even allowed. No one at the bus station seemed to even work there. I gave up and marched myself back to the ticket booking place. They changed it no problem, but they told me to make sure I didn't miss the bus tomorrow! Excuse me! Well! I was frustrated with this "service" and realized I would be bored the rest of the day. What to do? Oh maybe I'll eat a happy pizza and just sleep some more. Sure.
I chatted online while high and paranoid out of my mind. I closed the curtains around my bottom bunk and hid from imaginary Khmer Rouge agents looking for foreigners to interrogate and kill. I promise I don't have ANY secrets. I sure did fall asleep, just to make the THC wear off. My god. And then I woke up at 3 a.m. or something and was really super prepared to get out of there in the morning.
Bored? Why not eat happy pizza?
