With both Pub Street and Angkor Wat calling, our three wandering rascals survived the six-hour taxi ride to Siem Reap. Two thirds of the gang enjoyed those six hours more than the other third.
But arrive they did, and it’s always a pleasant surprise to find that your previously booked hotel is actually surprisingly nice.


Being hung over can be thirsty work, but these boys are cunning and sniffed out hydrating stops with ease. Thirsts were quenched.

(Not so) bright and early the following day, the Da Nang Dunts hit the road to where Angelina Jolie filmed Lara Croft: Tomb Raider at Angkor Wat 25 years earlier.

Mirroring ‘The Black Widows’ in Clint Eastwood’s Every Which Way, But Loose, film, the Dunts hit the road and, remarkably, even found their way there.
But first, they took a pit stop.



And then there was Angkor Wat.
At US$62 for a three-day pass to the Angkor Archaeological Park, it’s not overly expensive, but considering the Dunts could’ve purchased 31 cocktails each, at happy hour, for the same price, splashing out that much was not a decision made lightly.
















Whatever day of the year it was, it just so happened to be one of the 365 days of the year that Pub Street was open.
It would’ve been rude of the Dunts not to return and support the Cambodian economy.
The Dunts don’t like being rude so they supported the Cambodian economy very, very, very well.
But first, one must prepare with food, pool beers and pulling faces.





At $2 a cocktail, the Dunts had never felt richer.
Rather than try a drink, the Dunts tried all of them and still came away with cash in their pockets.
The Dunts love Pub Street!





On Pub Street, one can enjoy a drink at an outside bar, while people-watching and having a fish pedicure. That’s Doctor Fish (Garra Rufa) eating away the dead skin.
The Dunts dig all that stuff but they did not want to be responsible for the fish dying, so went to bars without the fish-eating-feet experience.
It may have been around this time, or maybe a little later, that the Dunts came to the conclusion that late at night in Siem Reap, weird things can happen.






And possibly… very probably, in fact, the weirdest thing that happened late that night in Siem Reap, was on the way home.
The Dunts stopped off for one last beer at a pop-up trolley bar, somewhere unknown.
A free, very weird, live sex show thing unfolded before the Dunts’ now blurry eyes.
The Dunts didn’t want anything to do with this exhibition.
They even felt embarrassed just being there.
So they took some photos.
Because seriously, who on earth wears a sun hat at night?


With hard-core motorbikes hired and more famous ruins yet to be experienced, our night-dwellers, the ones with penises but without sunhats, became day-dwellers venturing out to the ancient stone temples once again.
Doing their Easy Rider thing, the Dunts putted throughout the Angkor Archaeological Park, taking in…
Ta Prohm…




Bayon Temple…


Preah Khan Temple…
And, amongst others, the South Gate of Angkor Thom


Some before and afters…


Another…


And yet another before and after…



With one final night in Siem Reap, the three scallywags did what they do best, eating…



And, drinking…





Cambodia was great, but it’s not natural to hold bikie gangs like the Da Nang Dunts down for long.
So they did the Rolling Stone thing and found a plane to take them north to a neighbouring Laos.

So it’s Lea heuy to Cambodia and Sabaidee to Laos.


