I write this from one of the couches of the Hillel in Montevideo. It's a really nice facility with a kitchen that makes a mean pasta.
I arrived at the Hillel, yesterday around 4:00PM. Considering I had left SFO at 12:45 the previous day, I did a lot of traveling to get there. I took a plane from SFO to DC and a plane from there to Buenos Aires. I had booked a flight from BA to Montevideo but the plane took off from a different airport across town. This wasn't a suprise to me; I knew I'd have to change airports. But the other option was to go across town to take a 2 hour boat ride which just seemed like too much for that trip. So I took a shuttle from airport one to airport two and then hopped on another plane to Montevideo. Of course I didn't book this last leg until the day before and still hadn't heard back from my hosts about where to go once I got there. Every leg of the trip felt like an amazing victory and when I got the Montevideo airport I assumed my luck would be out. But low and behold I found internet access and there was an e-mail with an address. I hopped in a cab and 20 minutes later I was at the Hillel. That's right ladies and gents. We're talking 23 hours of nonstop travel.
So I was pretty tired when I got in. They led me to a couch where I instantly fell asleep. After a quick nap it was decided that I would go to the apartment of the guy I had been in contact with so I could shower and rest. At 9 he and I went out for dinner. We went to a buffet with lots of fried goodies. Then we set off to the Moishe House where I instantly fell asleep.
I slept for 12 hours and woke up to an empty house. At one I was picked up by Fabian and taken back to Hillel where I met my new friend for the day Fefi. We had lunch on the coast and then explored downtown. I went into two really amazing art galleries. The city was nice to see. Nothing in the city really blew me away. The whole city is next to the ocean and it's cool in down town to look down and see the beach just blocks away. The Boardwalk down the beach is really cool and I'm sure in the Summer it is bumping. Of course it is winter down here now and pretty cold.
So now I'm back at Hillel for a few more hours. Nothing incredible or adventurous has happened yet but I am having a great time. I love just going with the flow and seeing where it takes me. Today has been fun and I still have a lot more to go.
Much love to any who read this.
Peace
Brady
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Back to the action
So the last time I wrote on this thing I was in Siem Reep Cambodia. I meant to continue writing about that trip but got caught up with some craziness and never got around to it. Before I start writing about my new adventures I guess I'll some up the end of that trip. Very briefly I'll give the outline and then anyone can ask me anyquesitons about the specifics.
Here are the stories:
How I crashed a tuk tuk
Singing in the Brothels
A bus ride love affair: How I almost got married
Losing my ATM on the way to Thai Land
The night of Mandel
Billiards in the bus depot: The Thai have small balls
13 hours to Lao
Clowncycle
Into the Jungle
Zip lining across the jungle
Brady 1, Black Bear 0
13 hours to Thai Land: My most tragic moment
Impulse decision: The journey home
Believe that each one of these stories are epic in themselves and hopefully someday I will write them down but not today.
Today I sit in LAX awaiting my next adventure ala the Forest Foundation. In 7 hours I depart for Guademala for about ten days. I have no idea what to expect but I know it will be crazy. I just got in from a weekend family reunion in Illinois wher I met about 70 cousins for the first time.
The size of my family on my mom's side is truly amazing. My great grandparents came from Russia and had 9 children who all had more kids who all had more kids who all had more kids. I know that everyone in the states is in some way a child of immigrants but it's never wrung true for me until this weekend. I saw pictures of my great grandparents home town and heard of their travels to the states. I met some people who I really liked and was excited to know that I was related to them.
But home again, home again. Here I am.
I have nothign else to say now so I will stop writing.
My next enrty will be from my travels and hopefully will be filled with as much adventure as they have in the past.
Brady
Here are the stories:
How I crashed a tuk tuk
Singing in the Brothels
A bus ride love affair: How I almost got married
Losing my ATM on the way to Thai Land
The night of Mandel
Billiards in the bus depot: The Thai have small balls
13 hours to Lao
Clowncycle
Into the Jungle
Zip lining across the jungle
Brady 1, Black Bear 0
13 hours to Thai Land: My most tragic moment
Impulse decision: The journey home
Believe that each one of these stories are epic in themselves and hopefully someday I will write them down but not today.
Today I sit in LAX awaiting my next adventure ala the Forest Foundation. In 7 hours I depart for Guademala for about ten days. I have no idea what to expect but I know it will be crazy. I just got in from a weekend family reunion in Illinois wher I met about 70 cousins for the first time.
The size of my family on my mom's side is truly amazing. My great grandparents came from Russia and had 9 children who all had more kids who all had more kids who all had more kids. I know that everyone in the states is in some way a child of immigrants but it's never wrung true for me until this weekend. I saw pictures of my great grandparents home town and heard of their travels to the states. I met some people who I really liked and was excited to know that I was related to them.
But home again, home again. Here I am.
I have nothign else to say now so I will stop writing.
My next enrty will be from my travels and hopefully will be filled with as much adventure as they have in the past.
Brady
Sunday, December 10, 2006
So here we go
Those were all my e-mails out and now I start this blog thing. Weird, I vowed never to write one of these. Yesterday we started the day at Angkor Wat. This is the huge collection of temples in Siem Reep which is the third largest city in Cambodia. We got there uber early so we couls watch the sun rise over the main temple. As expected it was unbelievably beautiful. After my usual fired pork and noodles we set off into the temple. It was huge and epic and so detailed. Aperently it only took 37 years to build which is amazing. There was no one there to tell me not to climb around so i was climbing and jumping and playing as much as my constant diarhea would let me. To get to the top of the temple you have to go up a straight flight of narrow steep as fuck stairs. I ran up them doggie style with juch ease but had to wait for my comrades. Up at the top I met Sross. He lives in the temple and has for the last 20 years. He was a really funny and spunky guy who shared my love for climbing all over shit and he quickly became our un official tour guide. We went to two other temples which were beautiful but would be boring to write about.
Back to the hotel, to Morris' hotel for a swim. Dinner. Tuk Tuk. Whore House.
Now for the meat of my story.
We thought we were going to go to Kareoke. But when I looked in the door I wasn't so sure. (quick note: Here Kareoke and Hookery are as synonimous as PB and Jelly in the states. Every sign I saw later in the night said, "Kareoke and Massage") There were around twenty girls sitting in a viewing station on couches watching one TV that's back was to us. They looked up excited at the Americans and possible tricks, but I think theyt quickly figured out that we weren't there for what Morris calls BOOM BOOM YUM YUM. Morris grabs my arm and says walk up and down. Look at them! Before I could start he screams to all of us, ""SING!"
I can't say for sure, but I'm pretty sure the Hashkievenu has never been heard in those walls before. But man did we sing and dance for those prostitutes. Unfortunately their Kareoke wasn't to our liking so we moved on. New whore house, new song.
OD YEVO SHALOM ALENU
This time the brothel looked more like a bus stop. At the songs peek one of the prostitutes got up and danced but even that participation didn't earn us an applause at the end.
More to say but my stomach say lets go. And not cause I'm hungry.
Lova all and I'll keep this thing up.
Brady
Back to the hotel, to Morris' hotel for a swim. Dinner. Tuk Tuk. Whore House.
Now for the meat of my story.
We thought we were going to go to Kareoke. But when I looked in the door I wasn't so sure. (quick note: Here Kareoke and Hookery are as synonimous as PB and Jelly in the states. Every sign I saw later in the night said, "Kareoke and Massage") There were around twenty girls sitting in a viewing station on couches watching one TV that's back was to us. They looked up excited at the Americans and possible tricks, but I think theyt quickly figured out that we weren't there for what Morris calls BOOM BOOM YUM YUM. Morris grabs my arm and says walk up and down. Look at them! Before I could start he screams to all of us, ""SING!"
I can't say for sure, but I'm pretty sure the Hashkievenu has never been heard in those walls before. But man did we sing and dance for those prostitutes. Unfortunately their Kareoke wasn't to our liking so we moved on. New whore house, new song.
OD YEVO SHALOM ALENU
This time the brothel looked more like a bus stop. At the songs peek one of the prostitutes got up and danced but even that participation didn't earn us an applause at the end.
More to say but my stomach say lets go. And not cause I'm hungry.
Lova all and I'll keep this thing up.
Brady
So yesterday is not much to speak of. We did a lot of work, talking about new projects and what we want the foundation to be. Levi and I are drawing up a proposal for a new program that I think will be very exciting. The real high light of the day was at night Levi and I found ourselves sourounded by hella little kids. It started when I saw some kids jump ropping anmd I insisted they let me play. We started to run and they ran after us. Then I started to chase them and they all screamed and ran away. It was great.
I'm writing from Siem Reep. We woke up very early this morning and took a six hour boat ride. I was getting ready for a shitty long trip but it turned out to be probably one of the best parts of this whole trip. The first dance party broke out on the top of the boat. The inside of the boat resembled the insides of a bus. All the Asian's were down there and all the whities stayed on the top of the boat to enjoy the views and be in the fresh air. We were sitting at the end of whities singing with the guitar when Hoot made his appearance. Climbing up to the roof he immediatly starting singing and dancing with us. As we wrapped up our song he looks at us very mischeviously and says, "Don't tell Brad."
"What? who's Brad?"
"Brad Pitt."
Huh?
"I'm Angelina's new Boyfriend! I"M JUST KIDDING!!!!!"
Oh Hoot.
Later in the trip Hoot started rubbing Daves belly while he was sleeping. He told me a story about an ant marrying a female elephant. When the ant massaged the elephant in the story, Hoot massaged Dave. Dave didn't like Hoot very much.
So Levi and I decide to spend some time in the boat. We come down to the front of the boat to find a Malasian man getting a Dutch man to eat a maggot. He quickly offered us our own maggots to eat. I didn't want to be rude so I popped one in my mouth. As with all the insects and fetal ducks that I have eaten on this trip the flavor wasn't horribl;e. It's the texture that gets you. (Note: I haven't eaten much today and have spent the majority of the day in the sun. I'm dizzy and need a nap. Dinner is soon.) Well eating the bug gave me the street cred I needed to hang with the possy. The conversation was being run by a malaysian woman who pretty quickly asked levi and I to sing. We went and grabbed the guitar. She wanted christmas soings.
"We don't celebrate Christmas."
Horror
"We're Jewish"
"OHHHH!!!! Sing a Jew song!"
"With pleasure!"
Od yevo shalom aleynu!
Od yevo shalom aleynu!
Od yevo shalom aleynu ve a kulam!
And that's how the polylingual multi nationality Shabbat sing along began.
Shit gotta go!
You'll have to wait for more.
Having the time of my life!
Brady
I'm writing from Siem Reep. We woke up very early this morning and took a six hour boat ride. I was getting ready for a shitty long trip but it turned out to be probably one of the best parts of this whole trip. The first dance party broke out on the top of the boat. The inside of the boat resembled the insides of a bus. All the Asian's were down there and all the whities stayed on the top of the boat to enjoy the views and be in the fresh air. We were sitting at the end of whities singing with the guitar when Hoot made his appearance. Climbing up to the roof he immediatly starting singing and dancing with us. As we wrapped up our song he looks at us very mischeviously and says, "Don't tell Brad."
"What? who's Brad?"
"Brad Pitt."
Huh?
"I'm Angelina's new Boyfriend! I"M JUST KIDDING!!!!!"
Oh Hoot.
Later in the trip Hoot started rubbing Daves belly while he was sleeping. He told me a story about an ant marrying a female elephant. When the ant massaged the elephant in the story, Hoot massaged Dave. Dave didn't like Hoot very much.
So Levi and I decide to spend some time in the boat. We come down to the front of the boat to find a Malasian man getting a Dutch man to eat a maggot. He quickly offered us our own maggots to eat. I didn't want to be rude so I popped one in my mouth. As with all the insects and fetal ducks that I have eaten on this trip the flavor wasn't horribl;e. It's the texture that gets you. (Note: I haven't eaten much today and have spent the majority of the day in the sun. I'm dizzy and need a nap. Dinner is soon.) Well eating the bug gave me the street cred I needed to hang with the possy. The conversation was being run by a malaysian woman who pretty quickly asked levi and I to sing. We went and grabbed the guitar. She wanted christmas soings.
"We don't celebrate Christmas."
Horror
"We're Jewish"
"OHHHH!!!! Sing a Jew song!"
"With pleasure!"
Od yevo shalom aleynu!
Od yevo shalom aleynu!
Od yevo shalom aleynu ve a kulam!
And that's how the polylingual multi nationality Shabbat sing along began.
Shit gotta go!
You'll have to wait for more.
Having the time of my life!
Brady
I fed monkies at shrine in the middle of town. Then we went to a hotewl and crashed thier pool.; I was worried that we were in for another pool theripy but we were spared. After the pool we went to the Meuseum but found we were too tired to move so we chilled in a resturaunt and ate some food. Home again and to sleep. lets move on to when I left the last e-mail.
Off to the market for new clothes. I got some cool stuff and a feel for what I want to get closer to my departurte. Then of course it was time for a tooth cleaning. why? $7! That's why. My dental hygenist told me I was very handsome and then went on to tell me that she hopes her children will look like me. PLUS!!!! No cavaties. Off to a American as fuck bar that had overpriced food and old white guys with not old or white girls. YIKES. Great talk aboiut Forest shit and then off to home. Rest. Relax. Rendevous.; Off to Rock.; A huge bar with a dance floor and a stage for live performance. This place was nuts and I don't really have too much time to explain. Just no that Cambodian performance and dancing is very odd. "Neck" our Cambodian friend and guide was very excited to bring us onto the dance florr and teach us a group dance. dance-ish. It was hula dancing on valium meets the subtle current of a whirlpool jacuzzi. The sng was close to fifteen minutes long and in that time I made two laps around a very small dance floor. After dancing a bit I sat back down and Dave had ordered us shots of something like bailies but it was on fire. I was to drink it with a straw which I did and immedietly fel sick and wanted to puke. I held it in and finally overcamer the sick. Levi and I set off to explor ethe building. The back was fucking crazy. All the performers where hanging out and there wee VIP rooms that we were not welcome in. I went to the bathroom and when i came out Levi was being fed a cracker by a 16 year old girl. I alowed myself to be fed crackers too and tried to talk with one of the girls that more closely resembled 20. I couldn';t understand much but I did get that she was willing to dance with me and off to the dance floor we went. By then a new band was coming up and they were set to do American covers.
Funny how thiungs come full circle.
When I was in Kid's Who Care and I first heard Maria Carey's "Hero". How could I have known that I would be bumping and grinding a hot Cambodian Prostitute to a cover of that same song just ten years later.
Granted at the time I wasn't sure she was a prostitute, but that became pretty clear when I had to go. She wanted to come with,and not just for a cuddle. To her dismay I said no but i took down her number so she wouldn't feel bad.
Today... We went to the Genocide museum which was very moving. i got pretty upset at one point and had to step out. They have everything fomr the genocide and pictures for days of th people who died and of them dead. After words we tried to go to the palace but it was closed. Neck suggested we shoot guns instead and we were all game. i rode for 20 kilometers on the back of Necks scooter to the shooting range and then I shot my first gun. the shooting of it was ok bu tthe AK-47 photo shoot that followed was really fun. to our suprise just 100meters from the shooting range was a go karts course. It was just like Mario Carts 64 minus the turtle shells. I lapped everyone and one the race! Eating traveling home aghain. Here I am. Of course I'm leaving out some of the little things. I haven't mentioned Lay Todays dad who comes with us to everything. He speaks no English but really likes to laugh.
Peacity Peace
Off to the market for new clothes. I got some cool stuff and a feel for what I want to get closer to my departurte. Then of course it was time for a tooth cleaning. why? $7! That's why. My dental hygenist told me I was very handsome and then went on to tell me that she hopes her children will look like me. PLUS!!!! No cavaties. Off to a American as fuck bar that had overpriced food and old white guys with not old or white girls. YIKES. Great talk aboiut Forest shit and then off to home. Rest. Relax. Rendevous.; Off to Rock.; A huge bar with a dance floor and a stage for live performance. This place was nuts and I don't really have too much time to explain. Just no that Cambodian performance and dancing is very odd. "Neck" our Cambodian friend and guide was very excited to bring us onto the dance florr and teach us a group dance. dance-ish. It was hula dancing on valium meets the subtle current of a whirlpool jacuzzi. The sng was close to fifteen minutes long and in that time I made two laps around a very small dance floor. After dancing a bit I sat back down and Dave had ordered us shots of something like bailies but it was on fire. I was to drink it with a straw which I did and immedietly fel sick and wanted to puke. I held it in and finally overcamer the sick. Levi and I set off to explor ethe building. The back was fucking crazy. All the performers where hanging out and there wee VIP rooms that we were not welcome in. I went to the bathroom and when i came out Levi was being fed a cracker by a 16 year old girl. I alowed myself to be fed crackers too and tried to talk with one of the girls that more closely resembled 20. I couldn';t understand much but I did get that she was willing to dance with me and off to the dance floor we went. By then a new band was coming up and they were set to do American covers.
Funny how thiungs come full circle.
When I was in Kid's Who Care and I first heard Maria Carey's "Hero". How could I have known that I would be bumping and grinding a hot Cambodian Prostitute to a cover of that same song just ten years later.
Granted at the time I wasn't sure she was a prostitute, but that became pretty clear when I had to go. She wanted to come with,and not just for a cuddle. To her dismay I said no but i took down her number so she wouldn't feel bad.
Today... We went to the Genocide museum which was very moving. i got pretty upset at one point and had to step out. They have everything fomr the genocide and pictures for days of th people who died and of them dead. After words we tried to go to the palace but it was closed. Neck suggested we shoot guns instead and we were all game. i rode for 20 kilometers on the back of Necks scooter to the shooting range and then I shot my first gun. the shooting of it was ok bu tthe AK-47 photo shoot that followed was really fun. to our suprise just 100meters from the shooting range was a go karts course. It was just like Mario Carts 64 minus the turtle shells. I lapped everyone and one the race! Eating traveling home aghain. Here I am. Of course I'm leaving out some of the little things. I haven't mentioned Lay Todays dad who comes with us to everything. He speaks no English but really likes to laugh.
Peacity Peace
I promise I don't want to be writing you guys. This whole writing everyday thing is totally fucking with my I don't miss anyone or anything image. However... So much has happened since my last e-mail, and so much will happen before my next, that if I don't keep constant records I'll forget it all. So without further ado...
Right after the e-mail I went to Seeing Hands Massage and got an hour long massage by a blind man. I was in a small room lit by a crappy neon bulb. There was a curtain for me to change behind which didn't make much sence to me seeing as how my guy couldn't see. The massage was pretty good. He started off to soft and when I asked him to go harder he started to turn off the fan... harder? hotter? harder? No! no no! More strong. Oh he giggled (still blind). After the massage I had some good pork noodles for a buck and then we set off in Morris' car for the Mekong River. Morris drives like he thinks. The streets are literally filled with bikes and scooters driving very fast and very close together. Any given scooter is holding one to four people including the driver. The most adorable is when someone is driving and a little baby is standing in between them and the handle bars. Happens all the time. When we got to the river it was time for Fear factor. Morris took us to a stand covered in cooked bugs and birds. I ate tarantula legs and a beatle. They were flavored well but the fact that I was eating bugs still made me want to gag. Lay Today took a big bite out tof the tarantula's ass and eggs spilled out. When we got to the river the eating of ross things was hardly over. There was a stand with eggs boiling in a pot. They took one of the eggs out and cracked in open on a plate. Out fell a half grown bird with a yellow placenta like sack attached. I as always was the most adventurous of the bunch and decided to give it a try. The took a scoop out of it's rump with a spoon! It tasted like undercooked chicken. It was gorss but not awful. The Mekong is huge and meets with another river to form a largen body of water. I took a minute away frmo the group to sit and be quiet. It was well needed and a great time to think. Morris loves to play with the kids. there are no shortage of begger kids and morris' loves to fuck with them. He offers to shake thier hanmd and then pulls it away when they try. He does the sdame trick weith candy and money. Usually when he finally gives it to them he grabs them by the arm and asks them questions which if they don't answer promtly he shakes their arms so hard I was worried he 'd dislocate their shoulder. It's kinda horrifying but the kids are really into it. This crazy old white guy is like nithing they know and they think it';s really funny. After the river we went out for dinner, but I was already slipping into a coma. I was very tired and needed to sleep. We got back to the house at 6:30 and I immediatly fell asleep on the hammock. I had a horrible nights sleep . Woke up at 2 and was up for aroun three hours in the dark. At 6:30 Morris decided it was time to go. We were given about a five minute warning. There was a huge scuffle to get into the jeep on time. All the fulltime staff made it but Phil who came to video document the whole thing was too slow and was left behind for the first half of the day. We went to dim sum for breakfast. Dad and Jordan... oh my god. So much. So good. So cheap. From there we barged into a school for English and went up intio their main office. Isaac had bought a cheap guitar and we had a little song session to the horror of the head of the school. Morris had been here before and had started a dialogue about starting a medical training program. We continued this conversation in which morris acused the head of the program of being cortrupt and tried to hiure one of her employies. His plan for Cambodia medicine is great but he is rushed and... runnning out of time... Onward! Another place to continue this conversation and them to the buddist Monestary. as we parked Morris exclaimed, "they really hate me here." I don't know what he did there because as we pulled up there were a group of teenage boys playing a game of "hackysackish" The game is hackysack but the thing you kick is kind of like a badmitton birdie. I played fior the whole time we were there. Shit... I'm out of time. I have to go and I haven't gotten to the monkies or the swimming pool. PLease understand that where I am at in my story right now is only 10:30AM. I still have much more story to tell and it's only 2:30! I'm off to get a new suit and my teeth cleaned!
Until next time.
Right after the e-mail I went to Seeing Hands Massage and got an hour long massage by a blind man. I was in a small room lit by a crappy neon bulb. There was a curtain for me to change behind which didn't make much sence to me seeing as how my guy couldn't see. The massage was pretty good. He started off to soft and when I asked him to go harder he started to turn off the fan... harder? hotter? harder? No! no no! More strong. Oh he giggled (still blind). After the massage I had some good pork noodles for a buck and then we set off in Morris' car for the Mekong River. Morris drives like he thinks. The streets are literally filled with bikes and scooters driving very fast and very close together. Any given scooter is holding one to four people including the driver. The most adorable is when someone is driving and a little baby is standing in between them and the handle bars. Happens all the time. When we got to the river it was time for Fear factor. Morris took us to a stand covered in cooked bugs and birds. I ate tarantula legs and a beatle. They were flavored well but the fact that I was eating bugs still made me want to gag. Lay Today took a big bite out tof the tarantula's ass and eggs spilled out. When we got to the river the eating of ross things was hardly over. There was a stand with eggs boiling in a pot. They took one of the eggs out and cracked in open on a plate. Out fell a half grown bird with a yellow placenta like sack attached. I as always was the most adventurous of the bunch and decided to give it a try. The took a scoop out of it's rump with a spoon! It tasted like undercooked chicken. It was gorss but not awful. The Mekong is huge and meets with another river to form a largen body of water. I took a minute away frmo the group to sit and be quiet. It was well needed and a great time to think. Morris loves to play with the kids. there are no shortage of begger kids and morris' loves to fuck with them. He offers to shake thier hanmd and then pulls it away when they try. He does the sdame trick weith candy and money. Usually when he finally gives it to them he grabs them by the arm and asks them questions which if they don't answer promtly he shakes their arms so hard I was worried he 'd dislocate their shoulder. It's kinda horrifying but the kids are really into it. This crazy old white guy is like nithing they know and they think it';s really funny. After the river we went out for dinner, but I was already slipping into a coma. I was very tired and needed to sleep. We got back to the house at 6:30 and I immediatly fell asleep on the hammock. I had a horrible nights sleep . Woke up at 2 and was up for aroun three hours in the dark. At 6:30 Morris decided it was time to go. We were given about a five minute warning. There was a huge scuffle to get into the jeep on time. All the fulltime staff made it but Phil who came to video document the whole thing was too slow and was left behind for the first half of the day. We went to dim sum for breakfast. Dad and Jordan... oh my god. So much. So good. So cheap. From there we barged into a school for English and went up intio their main office. Isaac had bought a cheap guitar and we had a little song session to the horror of the head of the school. Morris had been here before and had started a dialogue about starting a medical training program. We continued this conversation in which morris acused the head of the program of being cortrupt and tried to hiure one of her employies. His plan for Cambodia medicine is great but he is rushed and... runnning out of time... Onward! Another place to continue this conversation and them to the buddist Monestary. as we parked Morris exclaimed, "they really hate me here." I don't know what he did there because as we pulled up there were a group of teenage boys playing a game of "hackysackish" The game is hackysack but the thing you kick is kind of like a badmitton birdie. I played fior the whole time we were there. Shit... I'm out of time. I have to go and I haven't gotten to the monkies or the swimming pool. PLease understand that where I am at in my story right now is only 10:30AM. I still have much more story to tell and it's only 2:30! I'm off to get a new suit and my teeth cleaned!
Until next time.
This place is absolutly crazy. Morris just played ring around he rosie with some begger kids and then london bridge is falling down. I'm drinking directly out of a coconut. It's sooo delicious. I'll be peeing out of my rear by tonight. Morris' house is very nice but only one bed for the six of us. I claimed the hammock which hopefully will not be desired by my friends. The lane ride over was suprisingly bearable. Lots of movies and sleeping. When our plane landed in Phnom Penh "Feliz Navidad" started playing. This I found to be very strange but I fel you have to go with it. I'm loving this. I'm suprised at how unsuprised I am. I'm really in my element here. Just letting things go as they go and not being scared. There is a lot of poverty and I know I haven't even seen close to the worst of it yet. We went to this big market called the Russian Market. It was dark and sticky with everything you could want. I saw some flowy pants that I might grab on the way out. There's not much else to report right now. I've only been out in the city for an hour. Found the internet cafe and thought I'd write. Some how I forgot my camera which I have mixed feeling on. I want to take pictures to show people but on the otherhand I hate the way my firends look withj thier cameras in hand. It feels odd and disrespectful. I also think it takes you out of the moment. I want to be as aware and present as I can possibly be while I'm here. I'm totally safe and all is well. We leave for Siem Reap on Saturday. I think I'm going to have a lot of tim for me to explore and I'll try to keep you updated on my travels. I'm goping to buy a dictaphone to help me remember what I see. Keep it real in the real world while I do my thang out here. Give my little Corbin a kiss for me. Love you guys.
FUN IS FUN
FUN IS FUN
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