Thursday October 27
It was a humbling day. I started out the day trying to be the center of attention. While going to breakfast, I skipped across a mud puddle onto a wet tile floor, slipped and landed on my back with my head hitting the floor with a sound, in the words of Tim Robertson, "like a bowling ball being dropped." I split the skin on the back of my head. I did not pass out. But for the next 7 hours as we traveled to Siem Reap it oozed blood. You would have been impressed as I did eat a breakfast of Cambodian beef and noodle soup with chopsticks while holding a pack of ice on mey head. I was humbled by the gentle care of Ohn who sat behind me in the van and wiped my head and neck whenever the blood would get near my collar. I never got a headache or infection. By the way, sorry to hear about your fall, Kathy. I was also humbled by our inability to get to Reaksmey Samiki due to a very boggy road.