Travels

Heading to Cambodia after a last week in Laos.  I'm hearing horror stories about the roads from the Cambodian border to Angkor Wat, so I may just chicken out and take a flight.

I stroked my elephant's head and trunk and ears for a while.  My elephant really enjoyed the stroking, I think.  Her ears flapped back and forth (more than usual) when I scratched between her eyes.

Shock, then fear.  Fear because the waters pulled me towards the rocks, rushing fast around the bend.  And fear because YuppieNomad can't swim.

I had been in the country for more than two days, and I saw no skyscrapers.  Or a street with more than two lanes.  Or a condo.  Or a house made of materials other than bamboo.

After reading over the bogus dates for the third time, the kind fellow finally agreed to give us our visas the next day (right before our bus left for the Chinese border).

Mountains, holding up the skies, on both sides. The waters, under the crush of their own weight, hurried along below. Trees and skies and earth and water.