Day 161. Siem Reap, Cambodia. Michievious men of the cloth.

I tell you what, there are shedloads of monks in this part of the world. Their baldy heads and bright orange robes are everywhere, coming in especially handy when your photo's need brightening up.

Normally they keep themselves to themselves, but as we were on Temple number 14 this afternoon we were accosted by a couple of right unholy chatterboxes.

The youngest became very excited when I told him I worked in Advertising. He'd spent the afternoon sketching and was keen to see what I thought of his efforts.

Not a lot, would've been the honest answer, but I'm a nice guy and told him they had real potential but weren't quite the finished article. He smiled at this and said after his 5 year stint as a Monk was up, his dream was to become a designer.

"Good for you" I said.

"So you give me $5?" he said.

"Er..."

"Help pay for my Art School?"

Cheeky little Monk(ey). I might have given him a dollar, but we had nothing smaller than a twenty bill, so all he received were a few more words of encouragement. Obviously no hard feelings mind, as he gave us his best sketch to take back to our hotel.