It’s amazing how quickly you fall into a routine – even when you are thousands of miles from the comforts of home. I’ll admit that I have fallen into my own groove here in Pursat, enjoying the Cambodian lifestyle. I wake up at 7am – without an alarm clock I might add. (Anyone who knows me can attest to how miraculous this truly is.) As we get ready, you hear the beat of khmer music and kids playing in the yard. Sometimes...
Sunday, July 24, 2011
I'm Home.
What will I remember from a trip like this? What experience will make the biggest impact? What stories will I be telling my friends and family when I get home? What things will I miss the most once it’s gone? I really can’t think of anything better than feeling a sense of “belonging” from people that embrace you in their culture. For me, the social aspect of any trip always seems to be the best part of the trip – they are always...
Friday, June 3, 2011
Fragments; Swiss Cheese
In my history, I’ve stumbled through Dachau, proudly marched at Vimy, tiptoed in Jericho, and buckled at Tuol Sleng. At each, many people had taken their final breath, seen their last snapshot; dying at the hands of ruthless oppressors, in glorious battle, for the protection of their homes and families, or shackled to the floor. Death is a private thing. It is a time where someone is at their most vulnerable and is perhaps...
Sunday, May 22, 2011
What do you MEAN these aren't volunteer visas?
Now that I’ve developed my fluffy preamble, it’s time to get down to the real stuff. So here is the plan. We fly into Bangkok and take a bus to Pursat. Seems easy right?Try... · Flying in an airplane for 19 hours (Air Canada: you can judge as you wish),· Spending 10 hours in airports· 12 hours in taxis· 16 hours of fighting tuk tuk drivers· An allergic reaction and a hospital visit,· Countless hours bribing...
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Either my math sucks, or that sounds like a long time.
May 5, 2011 It’s a weird feeling once that anticipated day finally comes. After relentless count down calendars, lists of last minute shopping errands, and the latest gear from Mount Equipment Coop; the day has finally come. How do you even begin to plan for a trip that will change your life? Okay, maybe I’m sounding a little dramatic. But it’s four months of my life. That’s one fourth of a year, 121 days, 2904 hours, 174,240...
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