They left the warm sand and strolled onto the beach road.
They walked up several small streets as the noises from the beach faded into the distance behind them.
Sihanoukville, a sedate, seaside town, catered to tourists wanting to unwind and take things easy after the stresses of Phnom Penh and the Angkor Wat Temples of Siem Reap.
The four strolled a short distance along the road until they noticed lights coming from a small beer bar complex. Hot and sweaty, they headed for a sign that read, ‘Golden Lion Plaza.’
They stood at the top of a concrete slope leading to rows of covered bars. They walked down and went into the first bar.
“I’m sweating like a nun with a condom,” grunted Steve, gulping down his cold glass of draft Anchor beer, one of the main beers of Cambodia.
They looked ar
