I don’t suppose too many people remember the 1954 film in which Gregory Peck finds himself in possession of a one million pound bank note that is impossible to spend because no-one can ever change it, but I found out how he felt today.
We are in Phnom Penh at the moment and have an afternoon free from all the planned excursions. The ladies of the family have taken themselves off to the Russian Market for some retail therapy, leaving me with some time to kill.
It was a toss up between grabbing a tuk-tuk to take me to the Royal Palace to get yet more photographs or just finding a shady place to enjoy something pleasant to eat and drink. But I can do neither and all because I’m too rich.
You see all I have is a $100 dollar note and it is proving impossible to change it for anything smaller. I tried the nearest convenience store, but you’d think I was trying to pay with a winning lottery ticket and they directed me to the nearest main street.
I walked up and down it trying to find a bank or similar, but no joy. In desperation I wondered if I’d have to buy a mobile phone or a motorbike to break the note down as that is all they seem to sell, but in the end I had to admit defeat and make my way back to my hotel room.
So here I am with Ben Franklin’s grumpy face glaring at me and not much to do before we head out again this evening. I should really try to catch up with what we’ve been up to on the journey, but there is so much to tell (like sunrise at Angkor Wat above) and it is simply too hot.
Because to top it all I can’t get the air conditioning to work. I must have drawn some bad karma from somewhere.