This is how we Rolllllllllll....

Well here we are... Headed hommeeeeee. I'm writing this with 9 hrs down and 21 hrs to go. I'm still deeply processing a lot of our trip, so I thought I'd bring you some humor while I organize my thoughts. 

Driving/walking (there really isn't a difference): 

I made the following meme to help set the mood...

Let's start with when Josiah got ran over by a moto.... Don't worry his foot is fine... We had a medical professional look at it...aka Nurse Lindsay. Fortunately, Cambodians drive like crazy people (FYI my driving skills are going to fit in great) so at least when it got ran over, they were going so fast, they soared accrossed it instead of crushing it. Besides a few tire marks, a few scrapes, and a broken toenail you'd never even guess his life flashed before his eyes. Way to take one for the team Josiah... A true leader, sacrificing his leg for the good of others... (But let's just say, luckily no one else followed his lead on this one...) 

Earlier that morning, Linds, Brittney, and I decided to go on a walk... We asked the lady at the front of the hotel where to cross the street aka where the crosswalk was. She replied with ...right there.... Pointing to the "four" lanes of traffic zooming by (more like 12... No one actually uses the lines). Ummmmm how appealing was that riverside view accross the street? Appealing enough that we found ourselves standing on the edge. A nice tuk tuk driver saw us doing the chicken bob...go now? No, now, no wait, now, no... and graciously parted the traffic for us.... All our feet made it successfully. Apparently the secret to getting across with only your foot run over, not your whole body, is to just walk at a moderate pace and the cars and motos and tuk tuks and mobile fruit stands just weave around you (unless you are Josiah, then they just run over your foot).... If you run... Then they say you die. Well we didn't die, so we must have figured out the "moderate pace." 

This picture doesn't do it justice, but this is where we crossed...

Then one time, we couldn't figure out why we could run across the street and not get hit, and why our driver, who is always early, was no where to be found. Apparently, the King heard we were in town and wanted to stay next door to us at his palace. He even invited the Prime Minster over. So thoughtful of him, but somehow our invite got lost in the mail. Hmmmm. And word on the street is (literal street haha) that when they come to town, it's like when the President is in town... They block off all the streets and no one can get through so they don't get shot or shanked. 

But it was ok because then we got to walk along the river and then ride in tuk tuks and buy 2 for $5 fake Ray Bans from a man out of a box hanging around his neck... Way better than popcorn, but not as cool as buying them out of his coat....  

Well, lots more still to post :) but here's a snipbit till then... :) 

Xx Prayyya pro de'em po (God bless you) 

Kat