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