Cambodia 4AM

I should tell one quick story about crossing the road last night.  I was on my way to the shopping center (five minutes from the hotel) and I needed to cross a very busy road in order to get there, but there were no stop lights or cross walks in sight.  So I approached the first person in sight and asked him if he could speak English.  He said, "No.", smiled and laughed.  He looked official.  He had a uniform on with reflector tape and a red light like the people who signal planes at an airport.  He called someone over to help us communicate, but he didn't know what I wanted either.  I would point at myself and then point to the other side of the road.  I explained in perfect English, "How do I safely cross this road?"  Finally this new helper decided that we needed someone else to help us and this man and his wife got it!  The man told the official looking man something and BOOM the light bulb went on.  "Oh yes, yes! You want to cross the road!  Well why didn't you just say so!  That is why I am here standing by the road with this red light saber, duh!"  (This was his internal dialog in his own language).  So he turned on his light and started entering the busy street all the while blowing on his whistle.  I followed him closely, and we were able to make it safely to the other side, ahhh.  As I was crossing I was wondering what a fair tip would be for helping me cross the street.  It may have not been enough but I gave him 1000 Riel (equal to 25 cents).

Tomorrow we will visit the Killing Fields.  Maybe this is where I will die.  ( Before I left I was telling some friends that I couldn't imagine this next phase in my life, so I thought that I would die before I was able to experience it -- it was the same feeling I had when I was a young teenager thinking that I wouldn't make it to 17 because I couldn't envision myself that old.)  So if this is the end of bub-headingwest.com then farewell, goodbye and enjoy!

YES!  The monotone music just quit!  5AM.