hard day
The nite before brought me great joy, when the printer arrived just after Sabbath with 2 boxes full of 100 newly-printed Khmer 1858 Great Controversys. So with a joyous heart i went to bed. From 1am – 3am i couldn’t sleep, thinking about what had happened, and what was planned to happen the next day and near future. The mama cat calling for her one kitty unable to claw it’s way out of a room reminded me of the here and now tho 🙂 After returning to sleep, i dreamed the worst dream i’ve ever had. Perhaps this was a precusor to what kind of day i was going to have.
Things started out well enough, the young man of the house kindly took me to the Sorya bus company’s station near Central Market. I arrived at 6:15 for the 6:30 departure time. Hmmm, our bus is behind another bus that has a “7:00” sign in the front window. Not good. Sure enough, we get out of there a bit after 7:00, only to wait another 15 minutes or so just outside the station… Time to eat! I bite into the crunchy apple, and with some crackers and raisins and p-nuts, makes a standard travelling-fare breakfast.
About an hour later, i realized my stomach was telling me the apple was too acidic. This happened before to me with apples, when i ate 2 very acidic ones in India in ’98, and paid for it with all my insides for about 16 hours. It wasn’t as bad as fresh gralic attacks i’ve had several times that have lasted for 2 days, or even the durian in Vietnam last year, but it was bad. Now i’m on a bus, just starting a long trip back to Bangkok. What to do? Pray, pray, pray.
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