Folks have been asking for pictures, here's round one, Greg's pictures:
http://picasaweb.google.com/retsinas/Cambodia
My pictures:
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=329053&id=570535129
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Why I Don't Do This Very Often
Monday AM in Singapore, I get on a flight to Seoul Korea. Now we're back on Singapore Airlines, so yay, great food, tons of movies and TV shows. Got sucked into Glee AGAIN and again found myself saying "what a stupid show" while I kept watching and watching. I find all the main characters super irritating, and their lives/problems seem so artificial. But I love the bad guys. The cheerleading coach (Sue?) is great. But my I really love Brit and Santana, the two evil cheerleaders who are part of the glee club. They get some of the best lines (Santana to waitress: "You have to do what we say". Brit to no one in particular: "Did you know that dolphins are just gay sharks? It's true..")
Short layover in Seoul, long flight from Seoul to San Francisco. This is where things started to fall apart. I couldn't sleep at all and I just got more and more grouchy. Just existing felt painful. And for breakfast when I thought I was asking for "Chicken" fried rice it was actually "Kim chee" fried rice (Korea, go figure). I'm not sure it was the rice, but while I was eating it I started to feel sick to my stomach, which just got worse and worse.
We land, we get corralled into the extra-harrassment line in customs, I guess because coming from Cambodia makes us suspect. Shouldn't have been a big deal but when I am tired and stomach-flu-ey it felt like a big deal, I just wanted to hit someone. The line management wasn't so great, so people who came later than us were getting served first, I was simmering.
Mom and Dad were waiting for us, that was great. Got home, went right to bed. The stomach flu business got worse, I was basically laid up all day Monday and all of Tuesday. Nausea, vomiting, other delights. Just thinking about eating made me gag. Especially thinking about "Kim chee fried rice". Like serious pain just to consider it.
I can't blame the stomach flu on the flight, necessarily, but the whole experience of being sleepless for that long, feeling sick, disoriented, etc., is just so miserable. I love the idea of seeing the world but the travel is so, so, so awful.
Short layover in Seoul, long flight from Seoul to San Francisco. This is where things started to fall apart. I couldn't sleep at all and I just got more and more grouchy. Just existing felt painful. And for breakfast when I thought I was asking for "Chicken" fried rice it was actually "Kim chee" fried rice (Korea, go figure). I'm not sure it was the rice, but while I was eating it I started to feel sick to my stomach, which just got worse and worse.
We land, we get corralled into the extra-harrassment line in customs, I guess because coming from Cambodia makes us suspect. Shouldn't have been a big deal but when I am tired and stomach-flu-ey it felt like a big deal, I just wanted to hit someone. The line management wasn't so great, so people who came later than us were getting served first, I was simmering.
Mom and Dad were waiting for us, that was great. Got home, went right to bed. The stomach flu business got worse, I was basically laid up all day Monday and all of Tuesday. Nausea, vomiting, other delights. Just thinking about eating made me gag. Especially thinking about "Kim chee fried rice". Like serious pain just to consider it.
I can't blame the stomach flu on the flight, necessarily, but the whole experience of being sleepless for that long, feeling sick, disoriented, etc., is just so miserable. I love the idea of seeing the world but the travel is so, so, so awful.
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