Today was frustrating for Jimmy and Pieter. The doors weren’t opened for them. They had so much confidence that you could practically hear the flatulent balloon fart emit from all around when they heard they’re not going to get into the camp here.
I mean, the place is literally in their hands. All they have to do is open the doors, but they can’t.
The red tape is thick here. Cambodian bureaucracy is worse than getting in and out of a Walmart in BooFoo, Texas on a Friday night.
We leave tomorrow night, which is noon for you 24 hours from now (Tuesday noon).
I’m excited to get home. Cambodian food isn’t good. Thai food we can handle because we have a version of it in the States. We don’t know Cambodian culture to save our lives. The flavors are nothing like you’ve ever tasted.
I’m sure you can’t wait for me to get back too. I’ve heard your weeping and gnashing of teeth from here … you pussy cats.