Well it had to happen sooner or later, at a bar in Siem Reap I got talking to an expedition leader for World Challenge and an assesor for the institute of Outdoor Learning, turns out he knew my old employer Roke.co.uk well, he had heard of Dryad Bushcraft , and we know a lady from the University of Glamorgan in common, small world.
Later on that night I bumped into a lady in a bar who lived in the same house as me in the student village in Abeystwyth two years later, her father owns the farm where the CAT staff house, affectionately known as the chicken shed /shack sits!
This is becoming such a common experience, I try not to be too superstitious, but when I start reading Jung the synchronicities come thick and fast.
Meanwhile it seems the world is exploding into chaos, with the bombing of Taj where I had the best coffee, and Leopolds in Mumbai where I ate too many curries at the start of my last big trip. The troubles in Bangkok have affected many people I am sitting with
Chris and I spent an amazing three days exploring the emensity of Ankhor Wat, taking time for me to play Mr Timotei, florikilng under a waterfall, photos coming soon!
After the breathtaking sunrise and sunset views, it was time to see the other side of this supposed land of smiles. A short tut tuk ride outside of Phnon Pen, we visited the Killing fields, then the interrogation centre at Tueol Sleng. It felt strange to make the journey from one to the other. Considering the 20,000 who made the journey in the opposite direction, but one way, of which only seven survived.
The whole experience was traumatic for us both, and will take some time to get perspective upon. With this in mind we have decided to head for Sianoukville to find the beach. The bus is due right now, so I'll sign off.
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One of my professors was the head forester for Cambodia at the height of warfare. He would tell stories of having guards with him while surveying the forest.
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