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