We came closer than I’d like to staying in a place called The Mad Monkey, a known Western party spot with a bar and pool on the edge of the Cambodian town of Kampot. Thankfully we ended up at a super calm Khmer-run hotel at which I’m comfortable and happy. Tonight we opted for a sunset boat ride that was also pretty chill until a separate boatload of drunk westerners told us we were losing some competition and shouted obscenities as they tore past our boat down the river. They were a hot mess; we all had a polite giggle when not a one of our passengers engaged with them. But the river is just a river and we had no choice but to see them again–The (now eye-roll-inducing) Mad Monkey Boat. Again, none of our boat bothered to respond to their weird, unsolicited taunting. Nobody likes a bully, especially not in paradise. The last we saw of them The Mad Monkey Boat was cruising into the sunset with an acoustic guitar, everyone engaged in a rousing rendition of “Wonderwall.” I wish I was kidding. Dave stood watching them go stoically: “I would jump off that boat with my phone in my pocket.”