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Think Twice

06/21

On the evening of the 18th we had the option of either leftover hamster - which I personally did not venture to investigate any further - or fish, with a choice of fufu or rice, of which I had the latter. Throughout the following night and into the morning I, and later John, were afflicted with a most virulent, and thankfully short-lived, case of the runs...putting a distinct end to our plans of a rainforest hike to the bamboo forest and a short lesson at the nearby village school (for which I promised to return later).

I caught a ride to Soda Zhim/Dim with the Frenchman and from...

That Time I Fell Asleep and Woke Up on The Coast of Cambodia Instead of the Mekong Delta

[Note: I do not have any images from this nightmare, but this serene image represents the antithesis of this horrific journey from transit hell.] 

After a wonderful day/night in Otres Beach, I hopped on a bus to Phnom Penh, where I would be meeting my mom’s good friend/my hero/role model/coolest woman I know for a few days of mothering before heading back to Long Xuyen.

 

The journey to Phnom Penh was unremarkable.

 

My mom’s friend, Kath, works for PATH and is the woman I hope to be in 30 years.  Long story short, she is...

Livin with Salmon-ella Ella, Ella, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay.

Morning 5, Koh Rong aka Paradise: I woke up, mid-dream about my cat back in America, to groggily feel a warm being next to me in bed.

OH FUCK IT’S A COBRA. OR A GIANT ANIMAL. OR A POISONOUS SNAKE. SOMETHING IS IN MY BED WITH ME.

I leapt out of bed, grabbed my phone and searched my death trap of a  bed for the culprit.  I soon discovered it was not, to my great relief, any sort of poisonous being, but a small cat. A small, flea ridden, bed hog of a cat.  Had I known the physical agony this cuddly monster would cause me in the coming days, I would have...

Thyroid Cancer Blows, But At Least I'm Learning to Cook, Right?

Warning: This discusses food. I hate hearing about other people’s food issues/dietary restrictions, so feel free to skip. The jist is that I can’t eat any of the food I came home to eat and am being forced to cook. LAME.

December 23rd: D-day. Or should I say T-Day. No, no, not Turkey Day. Thyroidectomy Day. Second times the charm, as they say.  I stomped into the hospital hours before the crack of dawn (here in the PNW, the sun rises around 8:30 and sets around 4:30. Depressing), ready to give my birth date about 40 times and answer endless questions...

Thanksgiving: A Time to Celebrate Rampant Consumerism and Genocide Memorials

Thanksgiving. The beginning of the (American) holiday season: a time to join hands with family and friends, stuff yourself with loads of crap food and give thanks that you were born in the first world, all while ignoring the fact that this holiday does, basically, celebrate a genocide. Not nearly as bad as Columbus Day, but it’s probably up there in terms of blatantly insensitive American revisionist history. To add insult to injury, I don’t like most of the food served at Thanksgiving, which is why I have successfully evaded traditional Tgiving celebrations for the last 3...

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