Elephant Trekking, unexpected mudslides, eating spiders and scorpians, typhoons, monsoons, and janky ass bus rides on the borders of cambodia and thailand have been on my daily to-do list and routine's these past 2 weeks.
Hello, I am in CamBODIA, land and home of the unfamiliar smell of rotten dun, roached cockroaches and mopeds. Yes.
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The only regret I have so far coming here is that I didn't blog everyday about all the crazy shit that I've done over the duration of 2 weeks, but thats where my moleskin comes in play.
Everytime I come back to Cambodia, the situations always get's worse and worse; in especially this year. What the fuck have I been doing? huh huh?? HUH? .. Well, wrapped in a banana leaf nutshell, I have been working with the UN with their Border's Relief Operation for Khmer Refugees with Nat (backpacking; in it's most literal sense).. and this shit has got me WRENCHED. (I help with mostly child trafficking protection and emergency relief needs) Also, on top of this, I have been working with 50x70 poster awareness pepods.
it says please give all weapons from here on.
I first started out in Kampot (very south of Cambodia) and worked my way up all the way to Siem Pang, just on the very tip of the border between Cambodia and Laos. All this were a combustling combination via row boat, power boat, water jets, bus, jet, and train. I basically didn't know what I got myself into until the 2nd day I was out here. Alan, our the head of our UN unit, told us to carry a revolver. He said, ".. just in case." We quietly carried these little tiny killer's in our backpack while we were all pissing/shitting our pants. Thankfully, we didn't use it; fucking crazy! I would't even take it out of my backpack because i was so frazzled the fact that I had one.
Bamboo Train
the restarant suggested that we pick which ever one we thought was the juiciest.. yummmmmmm
Kampong Chnanng
nearby dentist in Kampong
busy life in Prek Pak
kids from i to i!! (I know some of them from last summer)
monkssssss
yo wassup?!
tame water before the massive monsoon waves
before I almost died
beef, pork, lamb, goat, lamb, dog, cat, bear
typical grocery store
huts
Kambot hospital where we stayed for 2 days
Tonle Bet Girl
aftermath of typhoon in Pothisat
I wake up to new cities everyday and I am arranged different tasks everyday like distributing sandbags to the poorest villages in the Kampot to finding kids on the street selling themselves and taking them out of brothels and into educational orphanages.
Day by day, I have been doing this and its been one HELL of a fucking ride. I sleep everyday, completely jaded and exhausted emotionally (from what I do during the day) yet nostalgic because I miss everyone at hommmee. But then I feel good when I help so it's all it's worth, of course.
Realization# 34:
I realized that traveling alone makes you yearn for home. A lot.
During all of this, I had absolutely no internet connection nor a phone to call to western civilization. When I was in Siem Reap, thankfully, while looking for some delicious coconut juice, I found myself a broken down bodega with a small little window 97 cubicle with internet access. You have no idea, it was like a miracle or something. I cried and peed all over my panties. I needed to talk to my family at home so bad. So after checking, I found out that everyone thought I was dead; which was no surprise.
I mean, hell, of course they call this a "once in a lifetime" experience, but I've done this last year.. but still I feel like this trip was absolutely, without a doubt, no questions asked, craziest experience of my LIFE. I don't often ride on boats when there is a dangerous typhoon, eat fried pig brains and walk on old untouched landmines. There were moments where I find myself saying, "wow, i'm going to die." But then I realize that the people have to deal with this everyday.. and kudos to them living life as it is. God bless them. yeeeee.
Speaking of cheese,
Before I left for the jungle, I left CDG in Nippon, not permanetly but temporary. I told dumb drunk french tampon, or sophie, that my time at CDG ends here. (They gave me an option of leaving whenever) and tampon told me that she kinda wanted me to freelance for them until they find a new illustrator person expected in december, so of course, duhh I was like FUCK NO!! Why would I ever want to work under YOUR stank ass tampon ass?
jk.
I said yes.
my gaylo's
peen's
rem (shaven) and his friend luke
cdg's cracked out rooftop
Will (maxi pads) Yamadadadada in Hiroshima 
asakusa blessing with hikaru and hatsumii
we couldn't find our way out.
nevermind.
typical straight boy's room
oyeshee eyes creamuuuu
(Maxi) " will" yamada's soju exploded in his backpack
kids
prada exhibit in yokohama with will tsai and company
visited the other gayylo in taipei
we went to tamsui and did dumb things.. like take this picture.
Also, I was in Rome and Paris for a wee bit, basically attached to mr. filip pagowski, creator of the ugly deformed CDG heart and "cousin" the green, as fugh, heart. No, fo' real, he's a cool dude, I respect him. He's nice. I saw stratton for 3 seconds and saw DORETIO (circa last summer italian dreamboat). which was great, really. Too bad he turned gay...
jk.
no he has a girlfriend now. whatever dude. I wish I had more time with my boo in Europe but CDG gave me no free time. Sorry babyboo, no hard feelings kk?
I returned to Taipei to see my girlfriend Jason and went back to Tokyo for 1.5 seconds and went straight for the jungle.
I'm leaving Siem Pang tomorrow and Tokyo is calling me.
Peace, Love and Spider,
Tiffa
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