Entirely Lost, Cambodia

I am waiting behind the glass of a barred window on a busy city intersection. The cafe I sit in is sweltering – even the buddha on the shrine perched next to my table seems to be perspiring. The two tiny cockroaches milling around the window sill move slow because of the heat. The menu is small and every frozen smoothie I try to order is not available. I settle on some water instead. The rest of the menu trails into obscurity and I stare blankly at laminated paper. Khmer characters. An alphabet that makes as much sense to me as written english does to a toddler. I chose my meal carefully, completely by the flow of the script – the design.

I am entirely lost and entirely in love with Cambodia.

Except from my journal: Feb 27th 2012 12:17pm