I like settling into new breakfasts wherever I go, maybe because it’s the one meal that feels like it can be on my terms. Here, in Kep, there is the morning stroll to get pastries and baguettes, plus a little pot of rillettes or other such private addition to breakfast. Today as I stepped out of the gate a woman zoomed past on a motorbike. I’d seen her before, she has two baskets as panniers and lots of bags hanging off the sides, clearly selling prepared food. This time I waited for her to return and got a bowl of noodles, a little bag of a sago and maize dessert soup, and some sweet black iced coffee. A pleasant change, much nicer to have something local, and all in all it cost less than a baguette. Moreover the money goes to Cambodians rather than the grumpy European sitting in the corner and barking at the staff at the boulangerie. The food itself was decent, nothing spectacular, and filled with some of the most anonymous bits of organ meat I’ve ever encountered, so it’s a good thing I have breakfast by myself and not with the GF. I shall try her rice next.
The GF called in the caretaker to get rid of the dead frog on the mirror only to find it was actually alive. Does it move around at night when we’re asleeep and then return to the mirror? Or has it been still for the last several days?