We rented the bikes right from the hostel, very cheap, but they were really old bikes with lots of problems. We managed to make them work somewhat, with a few tweaks and some air pumped into the tires and left at about noon.
That day we rode separately. Paul left early in the morning, I rode with Aline and Andre went with Mariana. We didn’t see Paul all day, but we met with the others later and had lunch together and then we spent the rest of the day exploring the surroundings. After catching the sunset at Angkor Wat, we headed back towards the city. Cycling after dark wasn’t such a good idea, as the road was full of frantic tuk-tuks, motorbikes and buses, returning from the temples. When we reached the city we got lost and realized we don’t know how to get to the hostel so we decided to put the bikes in a tuk-tuk and had the driver drive us to the address. Loading the bikes in the back of the tuk-tuk wasn’t easy at all and the ride was quite stressful as we had to hold the bicycles in place to prevent them from falling off the side, but it was a short distance and we managed through.
In the evening we all rejoined back at the guesthouse and headed to the pub street where we watched a traditional dancing show over dinner at the Temple. There we met some very cool people, a British guy and a Latvian girl, with whom we shared a few drinks and chatted. After the show we moved downstairs in the loud and energetic dance club where we started with some shots and a couple round of beers and then we shoot some pool.
At the pool table I “made friends” with another versatile local dealer of everything from tuk-tuk driving (at first) to dope and ladies. He was a very personable and persuasive boy, in his early twenties. You wouldn’t have guessed his occupation in a million years. I kindly refused all of his special offers, event the tuk-tuk ride and stuck to my beers.
That was the last night when the “fried friends” squad was complete and we part ways with the promise to reunite somewhere someday.