'I'm Dreaming Of A White Christmas' & Sprouts

Trip Start Sep 15, 2012
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Trip End May 01, 2013


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Reflections Boutique Hotel

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Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Stirring Paula, it was 5.45am and Vikki couldn't sleep any longer with the excitement, as childlike as ever she might as well have been six years old again.

Father Christmas had made it to Cambodia and filled two large stockings at the end of the bed……….by 6.30am it was no longer possible to resist Vikki's plea's to see what was within............

Paula began, amongst other things in her smelly rugby sock were some oversized Chinese crackers with Asian cartoon faces on them, a smiley bear comb for 'Snaggle Kat', gold coins and honey almonds, a chocolate Angkor Wat temple, a beer t-shirt, and a dragon fruit instead of a satsuma. She also received a small wicker basket contained three ribbon tied scrolls with three promises; one of which was to have long flowing locks of hair within twelve months.

Vikki got an Angkor Wat snow globe and chocolate temple, gold coins, a mobile with lizards hanging from it, and a silver box with a note inside promising fifty comedy nose squeezes. Best of all was 'Monacle Monkey' a keyring character with big googly eyes and massive ears, who Vikki instantly loved. The gifts were the best we'd both received from Father Christmas - Ever!

Breakfast in bed was had whilst a Jacuzzi bubble bath was running, and like a interior designer Vikki 'decorated' the edges of the tub with gold coins, our Christmas cards, the dragon fruit and the snow globe. Perfection! With the water a little too hot we sweated dizzily in the Jacuzzi and cracked open the champagne...... the day was relaxed and tipsy, all we had to do was get ready for Christmas lunch at 2pm that afternoon.

With us both smartened up the best we had been in weeks we left the air-conditioned room clean and fresh. On our way out we contemplated the fact that we hadn't written down the exact address of the restaurant but thought we'd be ok since we had the rough location......hmmmm? Our tuk-tuk only took ten minutes to get us to the general vicinity of the eatery, however he didn't know of the restaurant and no one else around seemed to have heard of it either. Seeing a sign advertising it we headed down a few streets and finally found it, but not after some stress and a fair bit of sweating (so much for the freshness).

Entering the restaurant it was immediately apparent that we were the only diners, all tables reserved but nobody around; everyone else was eating in the evening. Instead of seeing this as a disappointment we decided to view it as a private dining experience of our own. We had a five course traditional lunch in the French run 'Abacus', but we were a little concerned when an amuse bouche arrived consisting of a piece of artichoke heart on some flaccid lettuce. We shouldn't have worried, the food was amazing or what we could remember of it after the Calvados sorbet palette cleanser (Vikki was a bit drunk after its alcoholic toxicity).

With the background music being sombre and not Christmassy we decided to chav it up with YouTube playing a selection of favourite's from Paula phone. Almost finished with the main course Vikki took a funny turn otherwise known as the food sweats and ran off to the toilet to douse her face in cold water, when she returned to a chocolate mouse log with mango coulis she looked defeated to even touch it....but she was a trouper and shovelled down a couple of spoonful's, meanwhile Paula was scoffing eagerly (Tash 1 Paula 0).

Swiftly paying the $135 bill on our backpacker budget we went out in the 35C heat wearing our Christmas hats and headed back to the hotel were we let it all 'hang out', watched shit TV and wished our loved ones far away a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS xWhen the feast had gone down we ventured out to Pub Street, and Angkor What? the oldest bar on the street and attempted a little Christmas pub crawl until we were truly saturated. We went home to watch 'It's A Wonderful Life' and relax in our very comfortable surroundings.

Happy Christmas x
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annewardell
annewardell on

Happy Christmas, darling! Looks like quite an event - and an interesting Xmas dinner!! Glad Father Christmas got to you OK (he did Skype me for some info earlier) xxxxx

Sue on

So glad that you had a lovely Christmas and that you can even remember it enough to write about it! We were thinking of you back here in Blighty!

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