Originally Posted by Paul Dinin

Cambodia fucking ROCKED. I stayed in Phnom Penh, but took a boat up to Angkor Wat my last day, where I got stuck at the top of one of the temples because their daily, afternoon monsoon struck and I had little confidence in my ability to scale down the thousand year-old stone steps while dodging horizontal raindrops the size of nickels. So I sat in the middle of the temple and smoked cigarettes with a buddhist monk until the downpour subsided. I suppose it was kinda darkly spiritual, until the monk asked if I could toss him a couple of USD's for all his wizened guidance. That was on top of the dozen or so cigarettes he bummed off me.

Back in Phnom Penh, I found a cab driver who took me to a shooting range run on the down-low by the Cambodian Army. There, I experienced the immeasurable joys of shooting an ak-47, an m-16, a tommy gun, an m-60, an m-79, a b-40 rocket launcher, and three hand grenades. Honestly, I was a little nervous about pulling the pin on a 30 year-old grenade, but, as a testament to the durability of US-manufactured military ordinance, I still have both my arms. Paul make things go boom. Paul become happy-happy.