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December 2008
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Rhymes with Toilet.
When I was heading over to cross the border from Thailand to Cambodia years ago, everyone I met told me: Just remember, Poipet rhymes with Toilet. For good reason.  Last time, the streets of Poipet were crowded with renegade teenagers.  Sulky youth with beat-up cars, who spoke no English but would drive you into Cambodia for $30 and a possible mugging:  The local version of public transport.  I...
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Dec 3rd
In love.
Finishing up a cup of the deep, sooty coffee they brew in these parts, watching a tiny reed of a girl sweep the courtyard and thinking how easily we could live here.  I love this place even better than last time - the endless plots of rice fields, the good humor of the people, the sleepy pace.  I like how the motos are slightly less aggressive than in Vietnam; that there are actual lulls in the...
Dec 1st
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Nov 27th
Getting lost to find our way back...
So I come to you from a gorgeous guest house in Kampot, Cambodia.  Have you seen “City of Ghosts?”  If not, you should. This place is that movie personified…. the whole proud joint just swaying lackadaisically on the banks of the river. Halfway between French occupation and emancipation.  I keep waiting for Gerard Depardieu and Matt Dillon to stroll around the corner. It’s...
Nov 27th
Slow boats
Sitting at a streetside café in Saigon. It’s 6:30 am here; we’ve been up since 4:45.  I always thought jetlag was a myth – perhaps getting older has made me more susceptible. Yesterday was an average first day – woke up in Saigon after 19 or so hours of flights.  Ate some noodles and grilled beef.  Got K his traditional “welcome to _____ city” haircut.  Were on house arrest at a hotel until our...
Nov 24th
I'm going to eat my weight in noodle salad and...
So this Saturday morning, we’ll leave the land of Thanksgiving revelers, cell phones and bailout debates for this year’s annual exodus. We fly into Saigon so he can have pages added to his passport at the US embassy and then intend to work our way over through Cambodia. By December 6th, we have to be to Bangkok to catch a flight home. In the meantime, we hope to marvel at Angkor...
Nov 21st