I read in the Lonely Planet about a restaurant called “Happy Herb Pizza” that sells marijuana pizza.
I made it my mission to find the place. I ordered a weed pizza, “extra happy please!” and felt no effect. It was disappointing so I decided to ask the waiter for a joint instead. I got high alone that night and wandered along the beach, visiting all the clubs stacked beside each other. Clubbing alone magnified my loneliness. Everywhere I went people were inhaling laughing gas balloons, which were being sold for a dollar. Occasionally someone would inhale their balloon like a bong, hold their breath and look at me gesturing that I try some. I declined and ended up going back to my hotel room smoked a bit more and went to sleep.
When we got to Kep (the best place in the world, i’ll explain in another post) I was laying in a hammock swinging back and forth and feeling contentment and relaxation that I had not experienced in years. I went to my room, grabbed my joint, laid back in the hammock and lit it up. I felt at total ease. To my left was a group of Cambodians sitting together and every now and then I could hear their soft voices and laughter. It was so calming. I just sat there and swung with a smile on my face til the sun went down. I suddenly heard a loud croaky noise in the bushes. Whatever it was started to make rustling sounds and my imagination took hold and I started to wonder if there was a dinosaur and thought about Jurassic Park. It was really dark and I couldn’t make out what it was. It sounds ridiculous now but extreme fear kicked in, and I bolted for my room. Haha, still a good time though.