The laughing fat man (2 of 3)

My travel plan fly in to Singapore, spend a day there, then a day in Kuala Lampur, then catch a flight to Cambodia to complete my quest. In KL my travel plans were hijacked when I ended up with a crazy travel family who decided to head to Penang. We went out clubbing the night before, and I eventually gave in to peer pressure and missed my flight to Cambodia. We bounced around Malaysia for a few weeks, so the Cambodia starter pack had been sitting there much longer than expected.

I didn't have accommodation, so on arrival in Phnom Penh I headed straight for the laughing fat man guesthouse to ask for the pack. It seemed like an alright place, so I booked a night there. Within a few hours, I could tell something was up. There were no western girls anywhere, but there were a ton of old western guys. I tried to play pool and was immediately surrounded by asian girls wanting to play with me; at that point I realized I was staying in the red light district, and every bar was full of prostitutes.

I asked the bartender if she knew the Aussie. She got a big grin, and spent 5 minutes telling me how 'he a very good man'. She definitely had a thing for him. She wasn't the one listed in the letter, but I asked about the package anyway. She knew exactly what I was talking about, and called over a big guy named Noon. He questioned me for a little while, then said 'You're a mate of aswa? You want weed or coke?' He figured anyone who was friends with this guy would be after drugs.

He disappeared and came back seconds later with a big, red backpack. It was a serious travel pack, and well-used. I checked in to my room with a big grin on my face. I was getting messaged by various travelers I had told about my quest who knew I was about to complete it. I went through the bag: it was completely empty. All the zippers were opened. Whatever had been in there had disappeared while I was cavorting around Malaysia.