Cambodia
So I hear that in Cambodia, you can shoot weapons and throw grenades that are leftover from the Vietnam War.

Wallstreet and I need to leave Thailand for a few days in order to get a new visa.

Perfect. We book our flights and are on our way the next day.

Get to Phnom Penh, take a cab to our hotel, and immediately sit down for lunch and despite Wallstreets comments, I decided we did in fact need some beer. After finishing lunch, and a pitcher, we walk around trying to find somebody who will bring us to where you need to go to shoot these weapons. Ive decided I really want to shoot an RPG, so we need to find somebody who can guarantee that.

This looks like a great spot.



Find somebody around our age that knows what Im talking about and promises that we can shoot an RPG.

While we negotiate prices, I realize that Im really going to be shooting a rocket.

His friend pulls up in a Camry with, I shit you not, Winnie the Pooh window shades.

Yea, I need another pitcher. Finish that, still have some nerves, so I get 2 shots of tequila. Alright, I think Im good.



Drive for awhile, realize we are not in fact good and pull over to get 24 beers for us all to share.

The driver convinced the lady that $7 was really all it costs for 24 beers. I think we are good.



Drive for about 45 minutes and finish the beers.

We decide we really need more. Let's get another 24.



Look, there is a cow. I am then told that I can shoot a cow with the RPG for an extra fee.

I seriously contemplate this idea.



We see a tank. We must be close.



More tanks



More tanks. More beers. Not sketched out at all.

We learn you can drive and shoot a tank for $1000. Im wishing I brought more money.



Pull into an abandoned school.



Literally walk into this and find 3 dudes chilling in full army gear.



We talk for a bit, figure out whats going on and this is what they bring out.

The beers have hit me, this isnt sketchy at all.



Yea, let's just toss all of these explosives into the trunk of the Camry.

This seems normal to me.



For some reason, that I never have fully comprehended, they make me put on camo before I can hold the RPG.



We go over the procedure, I have to count to 3 and then shoot it, but I was too drunk to remember and fired on 2 [which took about 10 seconds to get to].

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Wallstreet later tells me that they said I could keep the camo.

Biggest regret of my life.



For some reason the army guy decided to ride with us. I was cool with it.



Now, we get back and I decide that I really want a picture with this guy. I bring up the question and Wallstreet gets really angry with me. Im feeling a good vibe [it may be the 20 beers], so I ask again. Our drivers then say that we should go, as the boss general guy doesnt seem to like the idea. I ask one more time and then my buddy willingly agrees. Wallstreet snaps the picture and we head home.

I pass out on the drive back.