A market at a truck stop in the way to Kompong Cham. A building at the King's Palace. The flag on our river cruise to the Silk Village. A boy passing through the temple grounds.
Images of a culture that lingers in my mind. Even now I miss the food, the crazy driving, the greetings - everything. I miss the people and the unhurried hurried-ness.
I will try to get specific soon. I did a debrief at work today and so that helped. I tend to be an internal processor - sorry for the lack of posting. I will try to get better. :-)



