How is it mid-November? Someone please tell me. For the past 3 weeks, the pace of life has been go,go, go. I'm almost at a loss for words, but in my attempt to document, here are a few thoughts today, disjointed just like the images above:
1. It's the early morning of day 3 of a crazy week, filled with: me kicking unethical journalists out of meetings, who I then chided for endangering already threatened community members; me and others just completely frustrated by the lack of progress by key stakeholders, by an apparent absence of due diligence (wish I could say more here, but I cannot); me writing frantically, harkening back to the late nights I often pulled working as a lawyer at a firm, except this time the subject matter is so emotionally taxing, the mechanisms unpredictable, inaccessible.
2. Last week, craving urban space, Ethan and I took a circuitous route through Koh Kong, Cambodia, with its verdant mountains, crossed the border into Thailand, and headed into Bangkok. Again! It was like many of our journeys: one of movement. I've been fortunate to travel as much as I have this year, while working as much as I have - this would not have been possible except for the crazy Cambo holidays that riddle certain parts of the calendar. In Bangkok this time, we observed the flooding preparations (sandbags, new concrete mini-walls in front of shops), and I probably had the best bowl of ramen since my last trip to Japan two years ago. I also scored a pair of yellow Worishofer-esque clog/sandals.
3. I started taking cyclos around the city, when I can find them. They are much slower on movement, but I don't know how these men, usually much older, compete with the ubiquitous motor bike operators. I associate cyclos with Yangon, Burma. One memory I have is of riding around one in the city after sunset, pitch black because of the common black-outs, the high-pitched cyclo bell ringing, cutting through the dark.
4. I really hate farewell parties.
5. I picked up my SFS Circle Top at the post office. It arrived in Cambodia from San Francisco in less than 1 week, although it took the Cambo post system some time to inform me. Score 1 for the US Post. The top is airy, the print is lovely.
6. In one month, I travel home. Wow.
Cute shoes and top *^_^* I took my first cyclo when I visited Vietnam two years ago. Wowza is all I have to say...haha XD How do you feel about going back home?
ReplyDeleteHmm, kind of mixed. Work is too intense right now to see anything past 2-3 weeks ahead, and then I'm back home. I'm astounded by how one year has passed by. I'm also making a mental list of all the things I'll eat and all the things I'll do.
ReplyDeleteI hear ya :)
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