I've gotten the "full effect" of Cambodia. The authentic third world experience.

You almost have to be a little bit sadomasochistic
to want the full effect, because you know you're going
to be eating some questionable foods and shitting in a
hole in the ground, literally 6 inches from the
nearest playing kid. But it's worth it when you see
everyone in the neighborhood stop by your
countryside retreat to view, "the big white people from America"
and you ponder what is going through their mind as
all manner of indigenous people stare at you intently,
old women motioning their daughters towards you, and
kids laughing hysterically. They must think you're some
kind of prince or king. You can tell them anything,
and that's not a figure of speech, I mean anything,
it's not like they would understand. I tell them my
name is Robert DeNiro and I'm an actor. Other
times, when I'm feeling giddy, my name is Rambo and I've
been to Vietnam.

With regards to partying. Weddings here are a
sickness. Marriages are as commonplace here as
mosquitos on a camping trip. Everyone is fucking
getting married, and everyone is invited. Because
all a marriage is really, is just a bunch of Cambodians
getting drunk, a few of them very well-dressed.

American New Year, let's get drunk and dance.
Chinese New Year, let's get drunk and not work for a
three days, dancing the entire time.
Cambodian New year, let's get drunk for a whole week
and shut down the entire so called "economy."

Everyone should experience the "organized chaos" that is Asia.
These people just live like this and it's hard to describe, but once
you walk out of that airport in Phnom Penh or Bangkok
you'll see for yourself.