And somehow I left Cambodia without them. This is a true non-Christmas miracle. To avoid these pants has got to be at least midway along the path to enlightenment. You get off the plane in Siem Reap and all of the westerners are wearing them. You think to yourself "Who would buy those pants? How did they all get them?" You then see people who are already wearing them buying more. By day 2 you are touching the pants in the market as you walk to dinner. Day 3 you have started to find the pants attractive and are now sure that they must be the answer to feeling cool, stopping the sweaty sheen that is on you like bad cologne, and generally understanding the Khmer culture. Day 4 you understand that you need those pants. People wearing them are happy, maybe even successful. There are so many colors and elephants are amazing animals. They are important. I kept reminding myself that the super natural powers who relieved me of my underwear were likely speaking to me that I do not need more pants and more importantly that I am traveling with only a carry on bag. Somehow I made it through. I will never be known as "The Chick with the Elephant Pants." Possible erroneous decision? Yes. Only time will tell.
My last day in Cambodia started with a long run on which I was stopped by Cambodian security on a major road with a sidewalky thing. I am still not sure what happened. I cannot tell you the last time I went on a over 10 mile run and didn't see another runner. The sum of the stop is: they said 200 dollar fine and I turned around and ran lots faster on the way home. I was even dressed in my conservative running clothes. The run was amazing. I saw monkeys (above) and ran around some of the temples. What could be better?
After that I had Cambodian soup for breakfast and a mint lemon shake.
I then went strolling around Siem Reap and Psar Chas, the large day market. I need a shirt that says: I heart markets.
I then went strolling around Siem Reap and Psar Chas, the large day market. I need a shirt that says: I heart markets.
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