Flight

The trip over was long long long. First leg is ~13 hours from SF to Hong Kong. ~1 hour layover in Hong Kong. ~4 hours to Singapore. ~4 hour layover in Singapore. ~2 hours to Phnom Penh.

Good news: we're on Singapore Airlines which is AWESOME. Tasty food, lots of it. Excellent service. In-flight entertainment is this personal TV set stocked with hundreds of on-demand TV shows, movies, and computer games. I watched the Office (yay), Parks and Recreation (meh), new Karate Kid (what I expected), Twilight:Eclipse (do any real teenagers act that way? I am not talking about turning into werewolves, I'm talking about how deadly serious they are about everything), and lots and lots of Glee. That show. Love the music. But everything else is so ridiculous. Soap-opera convoluted plots, characters making abrupt about-faces just to serve the plot, everyone learns their lesson in the learn-your-lesson part of the show. And the completely, wildly inappropriate relationships between students and teachers.

Anyway.

Bad news: I don't fit in airplane seats. I took a sleeping pill at the beginning of the first flight so there was some groggy up and down there, and I tried sleeping on the clean clean floors of the Singapore airport, but in general it was all day Thurs until 1 AM, then however many hours of flying, all without sleeping, and without changing clothes (yuk).

Bought some chocolate at Singapore airport with some leftover Singapore currency. The lady was really funny. I'd picked out a few chocolates. The lady at the store comes up behind me, takes the chocolates, takes *all* the money out of my hand, walks back to the cash register. I expect her to ring me up. Instead she picks out a few smaller chocolates from this canister and just hands me all the chocolates. No cash register, no receipt.

When we landed in Phnom Penh two brothers from the church here were waiting for us (yay, church). Thy and Sophan (I think). They drove us into town. First impressions, it reminded me of India. Some really run-down old stuff right next to new shiny stuff. Crazy traffic, just insane, motorbikes all over with like whole families on them. You just stop watching after a while because it makes you too nervous. But, unlike India, NO HONKING. In India they honk contantly (the cars, not the people).

Took us to our hotel, "Feeling Home" (hee hee). They had totally lost our reservation, in spite of several email exchanges with manager of the hotel in the weeks before. Got that sorted out, got to our room, very nice. Greg and I walked around and found an Indian food place. I was in such a weird state of fatigue that meat didn't sound good (those who know me know this is very very odd). Good food, home, bed.