Dan changed his flight. Unfortunately his travel agent changed it to a day earlier than the date he wanted which means he's now got next to no time to get from the middle of Cambodian nowhere to Bangkok airport. I don't especially need to go there but it sounds too ridiculous a situation to miss out on.
Said goodbye to the orphans this morning. At the risk of making people think someone's hi-jacked my blog, it was tougher than I thought it was going to be. On the plus side I am now carrying my body weight in friendship bracelets.
The last two weeks in Takeo have been great. I guess we were a bit lucky in that there was a core group of us for the whole time I was here. It meant that we had a fair few Klang-fuelled nights and an improving volleyball team - we finally got good enough to beat Dara and his band of orphans in the last couple of days - reading that sentence back it doesn't sound as impressive as it is (the orphans were properly good and three of them were older than the youngest volunteer - I'm sure I should be making some kind of East-West, socio-political comment about that but I don't know what it would be. I digress - back to volleyball). The victory cost me a broken toe but, in the words of DPB, pain goes away, glory lasts forever (although in this particular incidence glory only really lasted 24 hours).
Our last full day at the orphanage dissolved into a massive waterfight; a bunch of supposedly sensible 20-somethings soaking eight year olds with buckets of water. I'm not convinced that those kind of shenanigans would be allowed back in Blighty.
Three times in the last week I've seen more than twenty live chickens on a moped. Given this, and the warm glowing feeling (but, let's be honest, mainly the chickens on a moto), I have a sneaking suspicion that this won't be my only trip to Takeo.
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