Post by Octavia A. Halifax on Sept 30, 2015 6:47:04 GMT
You were born with wings why prefer to crawl through life? - Persian Poet - Rumi [+]Cambodia -- Phnom Penh The world found here was not the same found in the jungle of New York, the outbacks of Australia where she had chosen to call home. No this bustling city was full of diffrent sights, different smells that she much rather enjoyed. The dark wooden floors of her hotel room, windows with thin pale colored curtians and her shirt left thrown over the edge of the four poster bed. She was lucky, heat wasn't terrible for this time of year but that really didn't matter now did it? She was here on business, of her own this time and not her father's. It was a rather strange thing to finally have a bit of freedom. Teaching had been an ill-informed decision on her part she suposed. Stuck in a building during the best months of the travel season. But not this time. Octavia finally rolled out of the bed she'd been sprawled across heading into the bathroom tying back the messy brown hair she'd had down the night before, passing the last remaining bottle of Angkor to the side on the table. Ah, when in Rome. She was lucky hangovers weren't really in her biology, would have really interfered with stealing that man's wallet last night. After all why spend your own money when you can spend someone elses. And she was sure with how much he drank he wouldn't be missing it. If getting dressed and actually leaving the Governor's hotel was the easiest part to her day then by all means perhaps this would be easier than she thought. It was good to finally work in that vacation she'd been wanting. Though being a down to earth 'tourist' was not really something she was good at. It was a bit hard when you'd been to the same place 100 times before. The only thing being hundred's of years old was bad for was the imagination. Eventually you've just seen everything. She headed down the stairs, giving a nod to the staff on their way out, another thing about this country, American dollars went far here, and for the hospitality it was remarkable. Her dark jeans rolled up slightly over the worn boots as she finished putting on the brown leather jacket. Just a vacation, no interruptions, no problems. Just high carbs and fresh crab Rangoon. Though the first thing, heading to find a motorcycle in the city and finding some breakfast. The first of which was done easily as she climbed onto the little motorcycle she'd rented, reasonably so at the price it was offered. And headed to the market her eyes on the prize of some rather late in the morning breakfast. The best part, angels rarely came this far most of them seemed to have a fixation for the America's. Out here it was anyone's game. |