fat ankles and the FCC

Quite a few of the statues at the national museum have basically no ankles, so they must have found the heat trying back in the day, as well. I live in small hopes that mine will acclimatise and shrink a bit before we jump back on the plane come Saturday. 

After a tiki tour with Simon bravely (even boldly) at the wheel, taking in some key sites around town, we had a wander thru the museum and checked out the post office (postcard alert) and some local artisan shops. 

We also chanced on a local volley ball set up which looked like a lot of fun - even in close to 40 degrees. 

The mix of buildings is fascinating, not least the crumbling colonial ones that, I think, are largely abandoned or used as squats. 

That done we retreated to our hotel pool - a luxury for which we are super grateful. 

After that brief respite we jumped in a tuk tuk and headed for the Foreign Correspondents' Club - down by the river - and a drink before heading out on the river. 

As luck would have it the rains came. Well overdue, while we were drifting along the Ton Le Sap. Also as luck would have it, the rains stopped again after a short while. 

Two more tuk tuks and dinner at the Ward's homebase made for a very good day.