I Hear the Waves Crashing

The hip hop drowns the ocean a bit, but still you can hear the waves. Jason and I are down on the south shores of Cambodia after a marathon travel day from the temples of Angkor Wat. He was taken aback by the unusual transportation we were forced onto for the 12 hour trip here. When the connecting bus from Phenom Penh was full we had to take a mini-bus (read: beat-up van) that stopped periodically on the 200 mile trip to pick up whoever wanted a ride. Then it stopped in a village to load some logs into the back and we helped pack them in as the villagers laughed and pointed a bit. It's nice to have a fresh set of eyes to remind me how absurd/interesting it all is. I'm a bit numb to the novelty of loading mini-vans with lumber. We have a bungalow on the beach and it seems quite nice and we're having a lovely time and I don’t think Jason wants to fly back to his desk but he will in a few days.