Merchandise and Massage

We were both looking forward to our lie in this morning. 4.10. Boing! Even John woke but his wakefullness was short lived. i dozed a bit but there is so much to see and do that I found lying awake most frustrating. Lasted until 7am then got up.
 
I should begin by saying that last night's dinner was actually rather disappointing. It was fine. Yes Cath, "Fine"
After a good breakfast we headed off to a handicraft centre. It is Cambodian run but funded mainly by foreign governments. The aim of the project is to teach craft skills to local people particularly the disadvantaged. The high quality of the goods they make is reflected in the relatively high cost. We wandered round and bought a few things.

In keeping with the spirit of social welfare I had decided to go for a massage at Seeing Hands Massage, the clue is in the title. All the masseurs are blind. When I say "all" there was actually only one there. Apparaently he was only qualified to do Japanese massages. I didn't fully appreciate what a Japanese massage was till John had gone and I was installed on this table. It hurt. Hurt big time. I spent ages working out how I could get him to stop without hurting his feelings. His English was virtually nonexistent. I tried to be a big brave cowgirl and not cry out. If I wasn't in such pain I would have laughed. Here I was almost crying with pain and paying for the priviledge. I would never call myself a masochist but... He had a watch that spoke the time in English every few minutes so I could tell myself how much of the hour had passed or how much was left. I am very much a half full glass person. I wonder how that translates.
This was the first time I have ever been pleased to hear John's cough. I knew my hour was almost up. Did I feel better afterwards? I dont know.

After a light lunch we went to the Day Market. Last night we had gone to the Night Market but shopping and markets are not John's thing so that was a very brief and fruitless visit. This afternoon's foray was not much longer. I did manage to get something for Gillie before being reminded that there would be other markets. I will go on my own to them!
We rewarded ourselves with a reflexology massage. Altogether a better experience.

Now it's blogging and packing before we go out to dinner.