Frustrating day


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.


I bought a couple things from Patagonia before coming here. And, man, I am so glad I did. The pants I bought are light, quick to dry, and they have nice pockets. It’s especially nice when I want to keep my passport nice and zipped up down by one of my knees.

Of course, now I’m on Patagonia’s mailing list and I got this email today with this image:


I almost shit my pants looking at the image. I got a little vertigo. Could you imagine? “Hey, honey, you didn’t want to snuggle tonight did you? It’d be too much work.”

If you’re that hardcore with your travels, you deserve a big trophy on your mantel that says, “I’m a bad mother fucker and I know it.”