Cambodia two

the social circumstances of cambodia are quite similar to those of vietnam. the leash law is definitely not being enforced with any type of animal including the water buffalo that i nearly walked right into as i was leaving the bar last night. the one fascination that i find hilarious is the east's undying love for wwf wrestling. like germany's bizarre love for david hasselhoff's music, cambodian's cannot get enough of the "macho man" randy savage. weird world we live in. my love of mosquito nets is also becoming stronger and stronger. i don't know if i will ever be able to sleep without one. it's like sleeping over at your friends house with the cool bed tent when you were little. cambodian males also have a tradition of growing one hair on their chin very very long. this is something that i plan to look into, i don't know if everyone in this town is staring at me because i look different or because i lack the single long hair? this is definitely my favorite hostel yet. $3 a night and the entire family lives on the grounds so there are kids and animals everywhere. nothing builds ones confidence more than absolutely crushing a bunch of eleven year olds in soccer tennis.

"this is what you shall do: love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and the crazy. devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning god, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or in church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of youeyes and in every motion and joint of your body"
-walt whitman