Life in Phnom Penh remains largely disorienting, though things are falling into place, slowly. I'm becoming familiar with the streets surrounding my flat, and I hope, this weekend, to extend my explorations to other parts of the city. I'm developing a morning routine: music, a cold shower, words exchanged with flatmates, a motorbike helmet (my newest purchase), a Cambodian iced coffee, spiked heavily with sweet condensed milk, purchased at the small shop I pass by every morning, where I point, the owner nods, and we both laugh as she makes my drink. My walk to the office is short -- just four minutes or so -- but the heat grips you quickly here, and soon you are covered in beads of sweat.
My colleagues, both local and expat, are a warm, dedicated bunch, and though I've only borne witness to their work for a short period, I'm already feeling inspired and excited. I'm wrapping my head around Cambodian law, international law, and the realities of work here. More on that later.
And months later, I still want this dress by Wiksten. No doubt it is sold out.