Eeeeeek

Last day at the orphanage. I've been worrying about today all week. I can see me being a bit of a mess later.

Most people you meet whilst travelling you can be fairly certain that you'll see them again, what with Facebook and the internet and the fact that everyone's always comes by London, but the only way I'm gonna see these guys again is by coming back. And that means I have to leave again. Which makes me an emotional wreck. It's a bit of a Catch 22 thing.

I guess I could pay for one of them to come to England but there's just no way of saying "I'm going to pay for a Cambodian school kid to come and visit me in England" which doesn't sound weird.

I've been up at crack of sparrows a few times this week to do the school run (some of them are at school 6 til 6 - that's a long day by any standards). The kids seem to get a bit of kudos in the playground by bringing us farangs with them. Judging by the wide-eyed terror some of the kids were looking at me with I'm guessing not all of them have seen white folks up close before.