Sometimes it is too easy to go to work. I work in my house, which is a lovely old wooden house, originally built for officers of the Khmer Rouge. It was found, torn apart, relocated and restored. Fortunately for me, it has a Western bathroom. I am not a fan of squat toilets.
So after breakfast of fruit and coffee on the veranda, it is tempting to go in the house to my computer and write all day. And often that is exactly what I do. But life's little chores often need doing, which means hoping on the motorbike, zipping across the bridge (in and out of trucks and minivans and dozens of other motorbikes zipping in and out, often while carrying loads of mattresses or a dead pig) and doing the errands. When I do, I always make a resolution to do this more often. After all, this is real life in Cambodia. This is why I am here.
I haven't worked this out yet. I love going into the market. Even banking here is more interesting than other places. You never know when something will actually work better than in the West. I went in this morning to pay my Internet bill. I go to the bank, pay the amount into their account. I cam home and got a call from the company thanking. I paid for eight months in advance and they will give me 11 months of service for doing that. Seems pretty wonderful to me.
The people in the bank are friendly and efficient. Well, they try to be efficient, and they care about getting things rights.
So tomorrow I will get out there in the world again. Unless of course I get a second cup of coffee and slip over to my desk and immersed in writing.