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 . . .
Touring the temples of Angkor Wat.
Baksei Cham Krong. I think.
East Mebon temple.
Tastes like hairy chicken.
Fried spiders in Skuon. Four for a dollar.
Ta Prohm temple.
At Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum. The Khmer Rouge converted the high school into a prison in 1975.
Mike vs. truck.
Cleaning up after the market fire.
At the Laos/Cambodia border.
Nearly 9,000 corpses were unearthed here.
Fruit bats in Kampong Thom.
Flatlands near the Thailand border.
Leg shackles in an interrogation room.
The Royal Palace of Cambodia.
Dirty streets in Kratie.
Better than golf carts.
Monsoon rains in Kratie.
At the Killing Fields of Choeung Ek.
Arriving in Phnom Penh.
The road to Kampong Cham.
Holding cells, not much bigger than closets.
The road to Skuon.