Bussing It in Cambodia
Driving in Cambodia is not a careful endeavor. It is not orderly. The rules are, at best, flexible.
Driving in Cambodia is not a careful endeavor. It is not orderly. The rules are, at best, flexible.
I tried to embrace my birthday by liking all heart-decorated things, making these symbolic of myself. I had a belt that was made of heart-shaped links. Things like that.
It is impossible to come back from that trip and not feel encouraged by what we saw and heard and encountered: a people standing upright and resolute, and new life filling the cracks.
I thought it might be interesting to write about the trip for this blog in two parts, the first now, roughly a month and a half before we depart, and the second after we return in January.