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