AIN’T DONE YET
My last push-button entry was a slightly purple sayonara to the Kingdom. I still feel the loss tho it is nice to drink decent beer and ride down my side of the road without a world of shit coming straight at me. I miss it still tho and it comes at me in heady visuals: the boisters of bougainvillea tumbling down to the dirt of even the most fly-blown shit-heel town. The frangipani and flame trees; the breath off the river at dusk. The banana flower salads, the fish amok and the stir-fried morning glory. When most people talk about their experiences in Cambodia they generally mention the people first and I would have to concur. Warm, welcoming, approachable and generally loving. This reason alone in concert with the overwhelming need for lots more help to the tens of thousands of amputees will send me back in a few short months. If fortune and funding smile on me I will stretch my legs a little and head up into Lao, where the situation is, if anything, worse. I’m working on a trip to northern Sri Lanka too, where over 25 years of civil war have left a world of damage. I’m working on some formative and promising partnerships and there are 2 or 3 film documentary crews interested in following me for a spell. So these are promising times.
Promising times for the old brain as well; every day we learn a little more about just how damn smart it is.
