Lazily I dragged my butt out of my bed. Did a quick shower and went down to have breakfast with Sat. The hotel’s cafeteria is near the pool, so we can have a clear view of people ‘morning-sunbathing and playing in the pool while having breakfast. I felt so relaxed and reluctant at the same time knowing that I’ll be leaving this beautiful place later.
And wtfish to myself for not taking picture while having breakfast! #@$(*&(*!!!!
After breakfast, all of us walked to Kuta beach with the intention of taking a very nice group shoot there. Almost of us wore the white shirt we bought at Sukawati Market and I realised that Jess and I were almost identical in clothing! Haha!
Finally reached and stepping on Kuta beach!
After the satisfying dish, we left the Dewi Sinta Hotel for the famous Legian Street. It was already dark when we walked out of the hotel. Thankfully we need not have to walk to somewhere else at night as our van was waiting for us right in front of the hotel.
The journey to Legion Street somehow felt shorter. Probably the chat we had in the van made it shorter. I remembered us talking about the dessert we had in Yogyakarta, ronde to Yoga and Mr. Van driver.
We even asked them if we could find ronde in Bali since we were sort of carving for it. Sadly, ronde could only be found somewhere in Java especially in Yogyakarta as it’s a Javanese dish. Hearing that, we felt fortunate for able to try a local specialty in Yogya!
Mr Van driver revealed that he knows how to make that and revealed that it’s actually easy to do!
The moment our van entered Jl. Legian, we were excited and can’t wait to explore this street. The area is bursting with live as the whole street is aligned with pubs, shops, clubs, and restaurants on both sides!
Yoga briefed us on the bombing at Legian Street in 2002 and little did I know that the van actually stopped right opposite one of the bombed locations. I felt eerie looking at that place, even though the place is fenced with zinc board. A red banner hangs at the zinc board speaks of peace and criticises the act of bombing.
.. and we stuck in a terrible jam somewhere near the Orussey Market on our way back to our guesthouse. I guess people were busy marketing there thus the terrible jam. We reached the Capitol Guesthouse at 11 in the morning. Since we had roughly about an hour to spare and our tummies were playing orchestra, we decided to drop a visit at the Central Market for food.

But unfortunately, we couldn’t find one. Weird right – in such a big market, we could find clothes, accessories, plants, raw foods, vegetables, fruit but no cooked food. Or in another words – no sight of hawker stalls.
Disappointed, we walked to the nearby street for food hunt. I saw a hawker stall operating at an alley, but we didn’t stop there for food. Maybe because it looked kinda dark or something like that – I also don’t know why. Lol!
Wasting half an hour looking for food, we bargained for 2 tuk tuks to get our way back to the guesthouse.

While our tuk tuk taking us back to our guesthouse, I took opportunity to take as many pictures as possible on the city of the Phnom Penh as we’re going to leave the city soon.
