Traveling cross-country through Cambodia at the end of the wet season, the road seems to be just the Mac-daddy paddy dike, and the rest of the country is a flooded rice paddy. What once was jungle is now solitary trees, often palms, jutting out of a verdant sea. Farmers fish waist deep, casting nets, as emaciated oxen cool their bellies. Everyone lives and dies by water.
Cambodia! Did you enjoy the country? Why did you go? How interesting….
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I did enjoy the country. For all the trauma they’ve suffered, I don’t think I’ve met a people who were on the whole more friendly and good-natured.
We went primarily as tourists, though my wife did have a meeting with her company’s firm. And a small part of my novel is set at Angkor–GoogleEarth only takes one so far.
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Awesome! Speaking of trauma suffered, have you ever seen Robert McNamara in the documentary, “The Fog of War”? Outstanding.
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I did see that when it came out. War by numbers doesn’t work so well.
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