Ok... Confession, boast or report, not quite sure which it is, but here goes?...
The new 'main' stonner's bar in PP is a place called Shooters located by the night market on the riverfront (they've got another one in Sihanoukville), & apart from selling reefer, they have a fine array of ganga laced cookies & shots. The shots come from bottles that have sprigs/branches of ganga marinating away in them & they come in three strengths, ridiculously strong, stronger than that even, & outright fukin' mental.
Anyway, the local record for drinking the mental shots is nine & a half , which were consumed last year by some nutty Russian MMA fighter who had to keep pounding the hardwood bar, 'machine gun fashion', with his fists to stay focused until he finally folded & puked, not managing to get the final half a glass down. His girlfriend then carried/dragged him to his room & he wasn't seen for two days!
Well, unassuming me, actually managed to push down ten of these disabilitating shots on a quiet night when I was meant to have met PDogggie, but declined because I was feeling under the weather... I honestly just wanted to buy a small handful of joints & then go back to the guest house to stay in the room, so as to recover & build up a bit of strength for the next bar crawl; but we all got talking about the challenge & some of the weird array of characters who had taken it up, including the governor himself who only managed six shots (the average).... And I just thought, fuck it, I'm going for it... AND DID.... I pushed down ten of these shots until it felt like my whole body was glowing & I was levitating a coupler of inches off the floor.
Now, admittedly I didn't raise the bar by much, but at fifty five years of age, I don't think it was too shabby!
I even ended up in a music bar afterwards with the staff from Scooters (It was like being out with Frank from the David Lynch film 'Blue Velvet', if anyone remembers that?), getting slaps on the back & beers bought, but admittedly folded & left before the the rest of them, declining offers to be walked home.
Man, I was twisted up myself for a couple of days afterwards... But hey, I'm a record breaker...