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I no longer am thrown if I’m left standing in between lines of traffic, waiting for the next seam.

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Skulls at the Cambodian killing fields in Phnom Penh.What threw me was being, essentially, stripped of my independence.Sure, I had lots of time to go visit places and wander about on my own.I’ve had this trouble before, in a place with a similar feel (the Amazon) and a similar motive for me: I don’t think I’d have been able to explore either of these tropical, water-dwelling places without purchasing a tour, but I didn’t like it either time.In the Mekong, they kept waking me up at 6am to go do something wretched, like see a fish factory.Cities where there’s no such thing as right-of-way, and marked crossings are clearly just decorative.

I remember when Rome and NYC made my nerves spike as I crossed the streets.

From Bangkok, I took a bus to the border, made my way through two brutal little border towns (the Wikitravel page for Poipet, on the Cambodian side, actually makes a point of rhyming the town with “toilet”), then continued along to Siem Reap.

I spent a week there, swimming in my $8/night guesthouse’s pool, visiting Ankor Wat, and firing off machine guns at the rifle range on Valentine’s Day. ) I spent another week in the dusty, chaotic, and infinitely broken city of Phnom Penh—a city big enough to hold millions of people, but so broken it couldn’t sustain any form of public transportation.

I think I’m attracted to places that are chaotic because they’re so far from what I know—but Cambodia was another world altogether, and I just never felt that I really enjoyed it. And while I don’t think I’ll ever go back to Cambodia, and I don’t think I’d ever say I was happy while I was there, I don’t for a second regret doing it.

Beyond anything else, it taught me an awful lot about myself, about how I work, and about parts of the world I’m not comfortable with. As much as I loathed it for being, well, basically a lot of falling-down buildings covered in tourists (I’m over ruins, alright? I liked that you could jump around in and through the whole thing—except when they considered you to be inappropriately dressed, which I so frequently am. I love accidentally discovering interesting places I may not have come across were I driving.

I’d watch for a local waiting, and follow them across the road.