If one of us had to struggle in the heat, I’d much prefer it’s me rather than Stacy. I’m chivalrous like that.
We got some decent rest yesterday evening, but I just had that feeling of not getting rested and being exhausted. Fell asleep Skype-ing with the kiddos even. I made it through an hour of church this morning but then left to find a place to lay down. Not violently ill and still upright but just difficult to put one foot in front of the other. Thinking back over the years this generally happens around day 7-9 for me. The stress of planning for months, global travel and unfamiliar heat just adds up. I hate it because I pride myself on being fit and healthy but it’s a good reminder in where I need to find my strength.
It’s sneaky here because the locals are wearing fleece sweatshirts and knit caps and the missionaries are talking about the cool season and how wonderful it is. However it’s telling when an 84 degree home feels nice and then I think about how hot it must be everywhere else.
A few days ago it was so much fun to see faces that I recognized from years past. The last few days it has been a bit sobering. It’s no big deal for people to wear the same pair of glasses for more than 2 years, but it hits home that there aren’t any other good options for many of these folks.
Tomorrow we take the local van to Siem Reap. All day with our new Khmer friends who probably know zero english. It’s cool; we were the only white “big noses” in the Banlung market too. I love that it doesn’t even bother us anymore. In fact I think it’s great to be somewhere where you’re the outsider and people really do stop and stare.
Enough of that off to some pictures: