For a while, we thought I was the only female in the whole place. For a while, we thought gay-friendly meant gay-exclusive. The staff, at least those we've interacted with, were somewhat flamboyantly gay, and giggly. The young man who set everything up with us could hardly stop giggling, and sliding his eyes to the side. I liked him, and he made me laugh. When he showed us to our room, the art on the wall really said all we needed to know:
|I LOVE IT!! I really do. It makes me silly happy.|
Siem Reap is preparing to be Tourist Central; the road coming into town was lined with these gigantic, mostly pastel-painted hotels that would fit comfortably in Miami Beach but were named "Empress of Angkor" or "Princess of Angkor" or things like that. Crazy. They're giant, hundreds of rooms each.
|this Buddha in the traffic circle had no arms, leading Marc to call it (of course) the Buddha de Milo|
|the pool in our B&B; view from standing on our balcony|
|all the porches have these bathtubs. what?! luckily, there's a wonderful shower inside the room.|
|new and old Siem Reap, all on one traffic sign set-up. Temples to the left, golf straight ahead.|
|lots and lots of these giant new hotels|
I guess all my loved ones in the US are busy making pies and turkeys and side dishes and getting ready to spend time with other of my loved ones. Happy Thanksgiving Eve, y'all, from a 3rd floor suite of a gay-friendly B&B in Siem Reap, Cambodia.