Bicycle shoper Bee

I was riding well on the good roads when I got a puncture just before the city of Siem Reap.

The city was just around the corner, so I walked into town, pushing my bike, hoping to “get to a bike shop”.

While I was picking up some tools and fixing the puncture, a young man who seemed to be the shopkeeper took an interest in me and started talking to me in English.

“Where did you come from?”

The conversation started with the usual,

“Where are you staying?”

I told him I was going to sleep somewhere and he said,

“Are you a nice person?”

He said,

“I think I’m a good person”

“If you’re a good person, you can sleep in that bed”

He points to a bed outside.

“Are you sure you want to sleep here?”
I repeated.

He said

“Sure, I’ll sleep here for a week, a month, a year!
He said.

I got immediately where I would be sleeping in Siem Reap.

I had heard that Angkor Wat was free to enter after 5pm, which was great for me as I was planning to enter at 5pm.

He told me that he was called “Bee”, the son of the cycle shop here. After fixing the puncture,

I set off for Angkor Wat.