A day in the life...

We went to the beach on Wednesday, on "Silk Island". Pictures to come. For now, you get words:

20:59, Wednesday 01 June 2011

Bugs here do weird things. Seriously. I just saw one rocking back and forth, then do a somersault. It reminded me of something I did when I was little at Scott Center. I don't have a clear idea of why we were doing it, or what the point of learning to roll around head-over-seat was, but I do recall being pretty good at it. This bug was only so-so. If this was his "talent" on America's Got Talent, I would not send him to the next round.

Just sayin.

18:27 Wednesday 01 June 2011

At the beach today, a little boy materialized just for the purpose of staring at me. Phia teased me about my "new little friend", but that did not discourage him. He didn't speak any English, but I feel like he could still tell what she was saying, and still was unaffected. Later, we saw him on a coconut party boat. The Coconut Party Boat. No, this is not a Khmer fad or saying, it is a boat from which people sell coconuts. A boat that, for some reason, was blastin tunes. It could be that coconuts are the happenin' fruit and that all their vendors party in order to display how glad they are to be on a boat, and not earthbound like those poor jackfruit folt (or even worse, with a cart like the papaya salad lady). Either way, we divined that my new friend is with the band-- that is to say, he probably lives on Coconut Party Canoe. Which, I'm pretty sure, by some Cambodian common law, makes me the heiress to the Coconut Party Kingdom (as his nearest and dearest closest friend who gave him a coconut waffle to share with his brother). Not laughing so hard any more are ya, Phia???

16:18, Wednesday 01 June 2011

The king of Cambodia is single. So is my friend, Phia. I've taken to calling him her "boo". If you know Phia, this is not much of a stretch.

15:58 Wednesday 01 June 2011

Silk is kinda gross. From what I understand, it's some sort of worm excretion, and the worms have to be pampered and fed special stuff, and when they get fat from being lazy and pampered, and just sitting and pooping out thread, some one eats them.

I know right? Totally gross.

13:10 Wednesday 01 June 2011

IT

IS

SO

HOT

It's clearly some sort of cruel and unusual punishment to be in a country this hot, whose women dress so conservatively (let's be real, who doesn't dress conservatively by my standards?), at a beach, whose water will make me sick if I even so much as wade in it.

Hey, where'd that little boy come from? And what's that sound?

12:00 Wednesday 01 June 2011

Ahhhhhhyeah! We're going to the beach! Mmmm, I can't wait!