Arrival

The time has come! I am finally here and holy (insert profanity) it's (insert profanity) hot! I went from sitting in a nice 70 degree airplane to 100% humidity and being drenched in sweat and it's not just sweat in the pits, but sweat in the shirts, the hair, the pants… yuck. But sitting here in this slightly air-conditioned house amidst fresh Cambodian catfish, pungent stew, fresh ground corn mash (It has coconut), and also Cambodian noodle soup I'm feeling the element. And my cousin Ponluu ( It means light and it's pronounced Banloo) watching him adore the Nerf Gun I bought him is the cutest thing. Is it just me or are kids who speak a foreign or have an accent the cutest thing in the world! I can't get over the fact my cousin speaks better than me. So here's my conundrum: Should I go clubbing in the transvestite capital of Cambodia or go to the "special" massage parlor? Either way I think my WASP ethics will be trumped by my ghetto, Cambodian, Buddhist ways. So it just hit, food coma, but everyone wants to go walking around. So until then I'll catch ya'll later. I will need to take a before and after picture.