Arriving back in Siem Reip we spent the rest of Saturday morning watching the US celebrations on CNN. We were quite impressed by the Washington D.C. activity. After a nap we woke at 4 pm and did a bit of photo taking around the town. At dinner we found a flyer for a shadow puppets show. This involves a big backlit sheet that acts as the stage. Performers sit behind the sheet with their silhouette cutout characters give them actions and voices. Traditional live music accompanies the story as well. Very nice. Jared would love it. Walking back, we stopped at a very Cambodian fair. The main features were the Ferris wheel and 2 large cylinders used by stunt drivers to go in circles sideways. Entertainment quickly went downhill from there. There seemed to be about 20 ring toss booths where the object was a 25 cent pack of cigarettes. I stopped at one curious activity-- people dancing around a pole with some loosely place Christmas lights creating a tent like environment. As I was watching a girl approached me, followed by her 3 friends. She spoke satisfactory English, "Would you like to dance?"  "Sure." I said, thinking of the story it would yield.  Before I did, I tried in vain to present her with the idea of just dancing where we were and we wouldn't have to pay. Blank stares all around. "Ok, we go. 300 Riel one person. you pay 1200 Reil ($.35)"  A red light went on in my head and I sensed a rip off. I didn't want to be ungracious for the chance pay to be the center of attention as I, the tall white guy, danced around a pole--but why was I paying for everyone? "Ok, here is my 300 riel" ($.10), in an attempt to make it seem like the only money I had left.*  They accepted and we were off. I could feel the heads starting to turn and the pockets of giggles erupting from the crowd as we began to circle the pole. The thing that made me most confused is that nobody looked like they were having that much fun. Almost like they had an obligation to do this dance--and they did. Each round had a full cast of dancers ready to groove around the pole in their own way. Luckily stares don't scratch and I made it through the 2 over modulated pop songs out to the safety of the crowd.   *(Looking back I can't believe how cheap I was. I think since the money came in bills, it made is seem more valuable)