3rd July
Day 111
I am awake st 4.10am why?
I start my preparations for tonight's 'Malaysian Project'. I'm awake so I might just as well be doing something.
I am still tinkering with both my short story 'Sugar & Spice' and trying to find an aesthetic way of creating an .epub out of '100' (as in 100 days) my missive previously titled 'Sojourn in Siem Reap'. It will probably only be published by me, so I need to do the work myself. It is so hard to get published these days.
If at any point I have to leave Cambodia but still cannot get into Malaysia I shall have to go to Taiwan. British passport holders get 90 days visa free entry extendable to 180 days. However Taiwan is much more expensive. Indonesia is much cheaper but the Covid 19 death and infection rates are very high. Britain, whose covid 19 rates are worse than Cambodia, is also too expensive for me to live in.
Two hours later (5.52am) and I have tried to sleep, but cannot.
I eventually slept only to awaken at 7.10am and feeling blur, and the lack of sleep is giving me a headache which is not helped by the renovation noise from next door.
I'm finally up just after 9am. Breakfast is toast with butter and apple jam (It was the cheapest jam/jelly that I could find) and that Nestle Red Cup Coffee, again because it's cheap.
I get the prep done then off to the supermarket before the rain comes.
Lunch is stir fried chicken breast strips and assorted veggie with Mexican spices, with enough left over for dinner. That electric square frying pan was worth the money. I am becoming adept at one pan cooking. Notice no starch, no rice, pasta or bread just the bulk of the veg.
And it then it rains, like some furious tabla player executing his final taal raaga.
Dinner was the chicken left-overs from lunch, as sandwiches with mayo, tomatoes and Sambal Blachan condiment for added zing.
The tiredness lasted all day. The 'Project' went well, but by then I was on my last legs, as they say. But lasted I did. I even managed a Morse episode courtesy of YouTube.
30 minutes of Eve Dallas then sleep, if I can sleep with the Friday night racket going on.
Day 111
I am awake st 4.10am why?
I start my preparations for tonight's 'Malaysian Project'. I'm awake so I might just as well be doing something.
I am still tinkering with both my short story 'Sugar & Spice' and trying to find an aesthetic way of creating an .epub out of '100' (as in 100 days) my missive previously titled 'Sojourn in Siem Reap'. It will probably only be published by me, so I need to do the work myself. It is so hard to get published these days.
If at any point I have to leave Cambodia but still cannot get into Malaysia I shall have to go to Taiwan. British passport holders get 90 days visa free entry extendable to 180 days. However Taiwan is much more expensive. Indonesia is much cheaper but the Covid 19 death and infection rates are very high. Britain, whose covid 19 rates are worse than Cambodia, is also too expensive for me to live in.
Two hours later (5.52am) and I have tried to sleep, but cannot.
I eventually slept only to awaken at 7.10am and feeling blur, and the lack of sleep is giving me a headache which is not helped by the renovation noise from next door.
I'm finally up just after 9am. Breakfast is toast with butter and apple jam (It was the cheapest jam/jelly that I could find) and that Nestle Red Cup Coffee, again because it's cheap.
I get the prep done then off to the supermarket before the rain comes.
Lunch is stir fried chicken breast strips and assorted veggie with Mexican spices, with enough left over for dinner. That electric square frying pan was worth the money. I am becoming adept at one pan cooking. Notice no starch, no rice, pasta or bread just the bulk of the veg.
And it then it rains, like some furious tabla player executing his final taal raaga.
Dinner was the chicken left-overs from lunch, as sandwiches with mayo, tomatoes and Sambal Blachan condiment for added zing.
The tiredness lasted all day. The 'Project' went well, but by then I was on my last legs, as they say. But lasted I did. I even managed a Morse episode courtesy of YouTube.
30 minutes of Eve Dallas then sleep, if I can sleep with the Friday night racket going on.
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