Day 114 - Final changes, Semi Finals and night buses to Phomn Penh

Still suffering. 

Day 114 - 15th October

So an omelette started my day before I headed to the office to borrow a computer so I could adjust the indentation on my novel. Yes, Word for iPad does not have this feature unless you want to upgrade for a crazy fee. Nice one Apple and Microsoft!

Instead of spending an hour as I originally planned, I sat at a desk for six hours, undoing all the formatting the Word app chose to do for me. SIX HOURS.

The only saving grace was having a few conversations with Vith. He was asking me if my book could be as successful as Harry Potter. I tried not to laugh too much and politely explained that by 2008, JK Rowling had sold 400 million copies of books from the Harry Potter series (I had to Google this).

We then had a discussion about how I come up with my ideas which is always fun to talk about. I like Vith, he doesn't shy away from asking anything on his mind and always has a chirpy laugh when I give him obscure answers.

So feeling dehydrated, hungry and whatever other feelings you feel when you've done nothing but sat at a computer for six hours straight, I left to go back to Bou Savy and pack for Phnom Pehn. I've got my chest X-Ray for my Australian visa due and that is the closest place with a medical centre approved by the Australian immigration.

Then it was semi final time! Two giants going head to head for that prestigious first place in the final next week. Big Willy F.C in Argentina stripes v.s. Team Deejay in sky blue. Already I wanted to beat them because of the City similarity.

The rain was lashing down and water logging the pitch but we knew what we had to do. No messing around, if in doubt, kick it out and any sight on goal, shoot.

By half time we were 3-0 up. Pommers had bagged the opener with a cool side foot in the corner quickly followed by Yanni's long range drive and then Simen's delightful run across the back post flick into the roof of the net. We were in dreamland!

Straight after the break, Alex made it 4-0 before they clawed a goal back. It was nerve racking for a few minutes with some iffy tackles going in from their side and even a blatant handball that should have seen a straight red card. 

They've last me eight weeks. Farewell old boys! 7 games, 6 goals and one own goal isn't a bad return!

Pommers popped up with a second to secure a 5-1 victory and a place in next week's final. My notable contribution was my trainer sole falling off mid game from the wet. Safe to say, I was running around with a shell around my foot with no bottom. Will lent me his boots, top lad, and I continued my defensive duties at right and left back.

I didn't get the two goals I promised but I'm getting geared up for the final. My last week in Siem Reap. Hopefully I go out on a high!

I headed back to Bou Savy, grabbed my stuff and jumped on the night bus to Phnom Penh. Can honestly say I do not miss these, plus I'm not travelling with my Vietnam gang so double blow.

An Italian woman spoke with me on the transport to the main bus, telling me how much she disliked Siem Reap. She said she couldn't wait to get out of there. It takes all kinds I suppose.

I was sharing a bunk with an Eastern European girl who liked to take up the space but she was kinda cute so I let her off. When someone falls asleep on your arm, do you push their head away or just let it go. You all know what I did.

The bus bounced along in true form and in a few hours, I'd be back in Phnom Penh.