I’ve been healthy for a month. I’ve never biked better, never worried about it less.
So much of this trip has been loose change between the cushions of my brain. It never counted for much until Cambodia.
Clarity was supposed to be a lightning bolt. It whispered in my ear instead.
I just thought I’d have more to say when it did.
Now Thailand . . .
Baksei Cham Krong. I think.
Better than golf carts.
Fruit bats in Kampong Thom.
East Mebon temple.
At Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum. The Khmer Rouge converted the high school into a prison in 1975.
Monsoon rains in Kratie.
Touring the temples of Angkor Wat.
Fried spiders in Skuon. Four for a dollar.
Arriving in Phnom Penh.
The road to Skuon.
The road to Kampong Cham.
Leg shackles in an interrogation room.
Holding cells, not much bigger than closets.
Ta Prohm temple.
At the Laos/Cambodia border.
At the Killing Fields of Choeung Ek.
Cleaning up after the market fire.
Dirty streets in Kratie.
Tastes like hairy chicken.
Nearly 9,000 corpses were unearthed here.
The Royal Palace of Cambodia.
Mike vs. truck.
Flatlands near the Thailand border.