Today an old cambodian woman patted my tummy and asked “you have baby??” all excited.
While I was eating ice cream.
She got pretty awkward when I said no.
It was awesome, this happened six hours ago and Matt and I are still laughing.
I really hope she isn’t a fortune teller.
Note to self: if you’re sleeping in the jungle you will, inevitably, hear monkeys playing in the tree next to your treehouse. The treehouse will probably have tarps attached to the outside that are rolled up like blinds. You’ll be afraid that the monkeys will come into the treehouse at night to pull your hair and bite your red toenails (because they think that they’re berries) giving you rabies. Your boyfriend will think that closing the tarps will protect you (read: make you stop talking and go to sleep). He will chivalrously get out of bed, untie the tarp, and it will come tumbling down. Except, instead of protecting you from monkeys it will send the ants who were living in the rolled up tarp through the air. They will be all over your boyfriend and they will bite. The ants will also be so small that they will be able to get inside your bug net. The two of you will end up looking like you’re doing the most ridiculous dance in the world while you try to get all of the ants off. Finally, you will let the ants have your bed while you and your 6’2″ boyfriend share the other bed. Well, share a child’s summer camp cot.
The infamous bridge between Don Det and Don Khon
Note to self: do not leave a bicycle resting on its kickstand close to the edge of a bridge. Especially if said bicycle has two towels and a, thankfully empty, camera bag in the basket. Otherwise, a gust of wind just might blow the bicycle over, sending the items in the basket over the edge of the bridge and into the water. You would then be a helpless spectator as your towels and the camera bag take the trip of a lifetime: right over the edge of a waterfall.
one, two, three, pho 