Careers - why so confusing?

In the last 2 weeks, I've bounced back and forth about 10 times concerning what I want to do when I grow up. It's a difficult decision. Golden handcuffs? Or sail on the wind with whatever comes up? Hard choice. Am I making decisions based on what I want? Or what other people want of me?

Luckily, one of my best friends is back in town and I managed to have a good chat with him this morning concerning all of this. If anyone knows me, understands my thinking, and also the environment I am currently in, he does. That's a huge support mechanism. I wish I had had this discussion about a week ago! I need further discussions to determine how I must proceed from here on in. It's all about getting back to my roots. If all goes well, after the science fair, this will happen.

Career.
Fight.
Science Fair.

Three very different parts of life, all of which are coming to a head right now.

It's funny though, while discussing some of this in the morning, I found that I could talk confidently about my choices and reasoning. I realized that, irregardless of this slight detour and chaos happening right now, I've gained alot of confidence in the last year or so. Certain situations still intimidate me, and I have a few discussions that have to happen in the next little while that aren't going to be fun, but confidence is building. Yeah!!

Tomorrow is a non-training day. I need a day off! Then back at it on Saturday, along with a body composition test. I'm getting pretty eager to get into the ring for this fight. Yesterday, I felt REALLY good - relaxed, cool, strong. If I can keep that same feeling for the fight, that would be great.

Learning in the ring

Apparently I have issues with going light in the ring while sparring. And I'm not sure exactly what the cause is. I do know one thing - I tend to speed up and hit harder when my Kru is watching me. If he's not there, I go lighter, feel like I can relax.

What is that caused by? Is it ego getting in the way? The need to prove myself to him? Is it nervousness and me getting all spastic when an authority figure is watching and judging? Is it the fear of looking like a moron in front of a teacher? Maybe it's a mix of all of these factors in varying degrees. But what I do know is that I have to solve this problem so I don't keep hearing "lighten up" again and again. I understand the concept. But I seem to have problems putting it into action in certain situations.

Feeling much better

After a somewhat roller coaster ride of the last 3-4 days, the minor breakdown that ensued as a result of being overtired and overstressed, I'm feeling pretty good today, mentally and physically - strong, in a good head space, ready to bang and take on the world again, whatever it may throw at me! And lately, that could be pretty much anything. Even work wasn't too bad today. A three-hour exhibit meeting actually proved to be useful and productive. And it was one of those working sessions could have gone disastrously wrong, but it seems we're all on the same page and actually made some critical decisions for the new mineralogy exhibit. So yeah!

Had a great workout at the gym tonight - class and then a bit more pad work and then some timing sparring. And controlled timing sparring at that! Sooner or later, the concept of 'going easy' might actually get into my head. I would like to know what it is that prevents me from going light. It's not ego, that's for sure!! I regularly have arguments with myself about the sanity of doing this - fighting at my age. There's no ego in there. Not that I know of. Low self-esteem, yes. It's not a fear of being hit - that I don't mind. I can honestly say I don't know my own power, and that's the major issue. But I will learn, or die trying! Or until someone clocks me hard enough to re-think everything. But at least tonight, I actually feel ready for this upcoming fight. Lose another 10 lbs and I'll be good to go. Easy!

I've managed to lose my glasses. I know I put them in my pocket at the gym, but they are not in my jacket pocket now. They are either at the gym, or somewhere on the street between the gym and where my car was parked. This is not a good thing. I can't wear my contacts 20 hours a day.

diet, training and stress... and relationships

This morning was difficult. I think I will have to start ready the Sports Psychology book that my nutritionist gave me. My mind currently has one focus - April 26th. Fight. Nothing else. Well, that's not true - the science fair comes a close second, often reaching into 1st place depending on the day.

My entire day is focused on eating properly, taking in enough food to function but small enough quantities to lose sufficient weight, and training efficiently. Train, eat, train, eat, train. And sleep. Sleep has become a very important activity. 9-10 hours per day minimum.

Given this, training sessions have become personal challenges. If I'm "off", I feel horrible and the snark in my head takes over and starts to insist that I'm tired, weak, better of doing something a bit more relaxing, or simply that I can't finish the round properly. It becomes a mental game - the rational, well-trained me against the snark. Wednesday's class was this way and I was bouncing between fighting off tears of frustration and tears of desperation in needing to work my ass off.

Yesterday, I discovered that I cannot switch gears into another martial art easily when in this head state. Silat was impossible and I was moving like shit (confirmed later on by Kru!). This morning, same thing. I was frustrated and mentally tired. I don't like it when my body won't do what I want it to. Granted, my mind is not ready to focus on Silat instead of Muay Thai right now either. But I figure I should be able to multi-task and switch gears. Apparently not. I can deal with myself, but I hate looking over and seeing that look of either disappointment or frustration on Kru's face. I don't like disappointing anyone, and that's even more frustrating! Back to fighting tears. Thankfully, this morning the snark was yet awake so didn't have its say. In the state of fighting back tears of frustration, being subjected to repeated painful moves (wrist locks and nasty quad compressions), simply brings on more water works. Which in itself is both embarrassing and frustrating!!! It's a martial art for fuck's sake, pain is going to happen. Grow up and take it like a fighter! But no, female hormones and mentality take over and all thoughts of being big and strong get thrown out the window. The snark did come back by the end of the session, wondering what the hell I'm attempting to do, that I simply suck at this. These feelings start melting their way into my Thai work too, and I wonder where I'm really at - do I have the talent and/or training to be fighting.

Thankfully, I felt a bit redeemed after rolling for an hour or so. Although got beat up pretty good after I said something that apparently sounded like a swear. Still trying to figure this one out actually. Instead of banging the bag afterwards, I came home, did laundry, relaxed, walked the dog, etc. It's what I needed. Somewhat of a "rest day" so I figure I can do some cardio tomorrow.

Back to the grind! 4 weeks exactly until my fight. Let's get this show on the road.

I've been thinking alot about a friend of mine who I've known for 15 years, during which time our relationship has changed and evolved and morphed and grown into something really great. We started off as teacher-student and, through everything, are now best of friends. But the first years were hard - more or less a feeling each other out stage, deciding on boundaries, being cautious. I was intimidated by him for years and years. I actually was convinced that he really didn't like me for the longest time. But even with these insecurities, I always knew that this was a person who would never leave my life, who would be increasingly important to me in everything I did, from personal to professional. I knew that at an early point in time. And it's true. He's one of the most important people in my life right now, has been for years, and someone I trust wholeheartedly. But it's taken a long time for both of us to come to this point. It's been worth it though.

Why have I been thinking about this evolutionary relationship? Primarily because I think I'm back in that situation, the early stages of it. But I've forgotten what it's like to be wholly intimated by someone you would like to get to know better, to open up to. I forget what that waiting game is like, in learning to trust. With most people, I never have a problem and can be somewhat open. But with certain people who I know I could easily be an open book to, I get nervous and a bit scared. Those feelings of insecurity are hard to deal with - wondering exactly where you stand. And right now, I don't know. And it really shouldn't matter, but it does. I don't have a problem being intimidated by people on a professional level. That's all well and good as everywhere, there is going to be someone better than I am, professionally. But on a personal level, that's a different story.

Tabitha housebuilding summary

This is posted on the Rockin4Tabitha 2008 build blog, but I thought I'd put it up here as well as it's a good summary of the time we spent in Cambodia housebuilding.

Tabitha Foundation 2008 House Building - a personal essay

Chickens, cases of Angkor beer, cans of Pringles, emaciated cows, smiling, waving Khmer children, and death-defying driving carried out under a set of rules that Westerners certainly cannot understand: no road trip in Cambodia would be complete without all of the above. As we start off on the road from Phnom Penh to Kampot, this leg of the journey looked not to
disappoint!

As our two vans head south towards the sleepy Cambodia seaside towns of Kep and Kampot, I ponder the task that lies ahead of us – building ten houses for deserving Khmer families on behalf of the Tabitha Foundation. I think back to Janne’s very blunt words two days previous –

“If you cannot do these things, do not participate” and “this is not about you, it’s about the families you are here to help”. The litany of rules that Janne recited to us during our orientation flits across my mind: the 5-minute nail rule; don’t eat food given as a gift; don’t share food with the villagers; don’t compliment a family’s baby; no touching anyone of the opposite sex. A firm thought plants itself in my mind: we’re not in Thailand anymore, Toto.

After a month in Thailand , the last six days in Cambodia have been a shock to the senses. Cambodia is a different world. Although it’s an easy, scenic 6 hour train ride from Bangkok , crossing the border at Poipet was like stepping back in time, stepping into a world that is trying to emerge from a horrific (recent) past which has left the entire population scarred, scared, and fighting to regain their culture and sense of self. Before coming to Asia, I did my homework: I read books on Pol Pot and the Khmer Rouge, I watched documentaries and Hollywood films. I thought I was prepared. I wasn’t. The minute I stepped out of the taxi in Siem Reap, the objective, scientific thought pattern which can be maintained when reading a book comes crashing down. The horrors of the Pol Pot regime are ever present and unavoidable. I find myself having to deliberately vanquish thoughts of pure evil and genocide from my mind as I wave at these smiling, happy people. My mind keeps flashing back to the stories that Janne told us of her staff at the orientation. I will never fully understand what they have gone through, but
I think I can learn a lot from these survivors.

We’re a diverse group headed to Kampot for the build – Muay Thai students and their Kru (teacher), friends from Ottawa , Tabitha Foundation members from both Phnom Penh and Ottawa , a lone cyclist from New York , and a young engineer from Singapore. Whatever our personal reasons for coming to the other side of the world to spend two days building houses in a remote village, we are unified in our wish to do our part, to help out those who need help to get back on their feet. The ironic thing is, although the villagers have less material possessions than we soft, pampered Westerners, I think they possess more than we do when it comes to family and emotions.

Our “home” for the next three days is the N4 Guesthouse in Kep. The four hour van ride and our first supper as a group offer the opportunity to get to know each other. Even though I know quite a few of the team members that we’re traveling with, I know that this will be a chance to get to know them in a more intimate way. A foreign country is often a great leveler. Traveling within a group which has been thrown together can often be a challenging experience, but I think we’ll do fine.

The next morning, we’re up bright and early for a very French breakfast – baguette, fruit and an “omlette”. Loading into the vans at 7am, we’re off on a two hour journey towards Kampot and the village where our house frames are waiting for us. Although not quite the “road from hell” as the highway leading from Poipet to Siem Reap, the final stretch of dirt road headed into our village made many of us consider stocks in Gravol! As always, the ubiquitous cows, chickens and kids on bicycles followed us the entire way.

Arriving in the village, we didn’t waste anytime. Although the hardwood frames and tin roofs of the houses were already in place, put up earlier by professionals, we had a long, hot, dusty day ahead of us. Hammers in hand, gloves on, we were quickly split into two work groups and set on our houses. Without too much talk, each work group naturally broke into a floor and wall fractions. Either way, we all quickly realized why Janne enforces a “5 minute nail” rule – after hitting a stubborn nail for five minutes, you must simply walk away before frustration sets is.

Cambodian nails + Cambodian hardwood = many bent nails and frustrated workers!

The solution? Put aside Western ideals of perfection and get the job done.

Our first day, we complete an amazing six houses by 3pm! Falling into a rhythm was the key – grab a sheet of tin and hand it up to Srei on the inside, scamper up the ladder, slam in three top nails, three mid-line nails, back down the ladder and start the process again, leaving the bottom two rows of nails to the person on the ground. Working in a bit of a trance, I was amazed at how fast the walls went up. Inside, our team quickly put in the floor boards and moved on to the next house. At one point in time, I found myself balancing the ladder away from the house like a pair of stilts, hanging on with one hand while someone slipped a piece of tin up underneath me. None of the hang-ups and safety concerns one would find on a build site in Canada ! Just get the job done.

Janne’s statement that this build is not about us is correct. But standing there on a rickety ladder banging in nails all day long while 25-30 villagers watch your every move in anticipation and fear, it’s hard not to turn at least part of the experience inward. Academia and research often feel like the most self-centered way of making a living, something I’ve never quite come to terms with. I was amazingly at peace, for the first time in many months, and happy to be working with my hands, swinging a hammer and doing work which would bring such happiness and comfort to a family later that day. Yes, volunteer work is about those who you are helping. But it’s also about personal growth.

After completion of six houses in record time, Srei performed a ceremony for the families, thanking our team and Tabitha, and welcoming them into their houses. It was quite a touching moment to realize that, possibly for the first time in their lives, these families would be living in relative comfort, safe and dry. We quickly loaded our gear into the van and took off back to Kep to rest, relax, clean up, and get ready for supper out with the team. When on the ocean, eat seafood. On the menu for the evening: crab, squid and shrimp, all in mass quantities!

Our second day of building was much smoother than the first – a bit of experience makes the job quite a bit easier! With only four houses to build, we could relax and not worry about rushing to finish. Back to wall-duty, grab a piece of tin, hand it up to Srei, scamper up the ladder, pound in three nails, and jump back down to complete the process a couple of feet further along the wall. At one point in time, while doing all the middle nail rows, I looked around and the only people present were myself and an older man from the village who was spotting my ladder, looking up at me and smiling nervously. He proved to be an excellent helper and we got the last nails done together in a timely fashion.

As with the first day, at the completion of the 4^th house, Srei held a ceremony for the families and they were welcomed into their new houses. What an emotional time it must be for the families to watch a group of strange Westerners build your house all day long, then to be essentially handed the keys (handed the quilt?), so to speak, and allowed to move in. During the build, the villagers were alternatively watching us from the next lot, or hanging out underneath the house itself. I would like to know what they are thinking while watching us. It’s difficult to put myself in their shoes when I cannot fully understand their history and what it was like to live in terror for so many years. Unlike Tabitha, I believe this is where a lot of NGO’s and government organizations go wrong: trying to impose Western ideals and concepts into a culture which is so far removed from Western life and a Westerner’s understanding. I’m impressed and humbled by Janne’s work in Cambodia. She and her staff have worked within the bounds of the culture, and are teaching the Khmer families to be survivors, to be independent and self-sufficient.

Back at the ranch, the N4 Guesthouse, a trip to the beach prior to supper was in order. After a hot, sweaty, dirty day of work, what better way to clean off then a jump in the ocean to play with the jelly fish?! Upon returning to the guesthouse refreshed and showered, I had an opportunity to get to know the Tabitha staff a bit more, one of the highlights of my experience. After approaching Srei to make a reservation at a restaurant for supper, I was invited to sit with her and the van drivers and share their cockles and dried fish over a beer. Everyone was amazingly friendly and eager to share knowledge of Khmer history and tales about the local caves, including Animist/Buddhist tales about giants and kings of old. Although I found having discussions with the villagers a bit difficult given the fact that we had a job to do and were in and out of the area so quickly, sitting and talking with the Tabitha staff was easy, relaxing and very enjoyable.

The following morning, many of our team headed back to Phnom Penh to continue their travels or fly home. A few of us stayed on in Kep to explore the surrounding caves and islands, relaxing before continuing on our respective journeys. A few of the main topics of conversation: where are we building next year? how many houses are we building? Back in Canada, staring out the window at the most snow we’ve had in a decade, I’ve already started to look for airplane tickets to put me in Phnom Penh on January 19^th, 2009. Why go back? Aside from the obvious, the fact that +35˚C and sun is much more tolerable than -20˚C and snow, I’m not done doing my part. I’m not done getting to know the people I’ll be traveling with either. And there’s certainly a lot more of the country to explore and experience.

hating life right now.

It's been a shitty day and evening. I've fallen down my snowy stairs, broken a shovel while falling, completely fucked up my hand by punching the shit out of my car, put 2 dents in my car (one from my foot and the other from the broken end of a shovel), and got myself entirely worked up and crying in frustration. Right now, I'm in the worst possible head state. I hate my fucking job. I'm sick of trying to get the science fair in order. I've got a fight coming up that I"m scared shitless about, and I'm back to being paranoid and insecure. The snark has come back in full force. And it now has a busted up right hand. Oh ya, that's good for training. and the one person I can talk to is down at the smithsonian for a month.

I suck.

friends from afar

I'm having a bit of an emotional session here after getting an email from a Banffite friend of mine who I haven't seen in about a year, although we somewhat regularly communicate through email. I was reading her email and realize I really, really miss her and that it's definitely time we had a get together of some sort! It's strange, because our initial introduction was not a good one - actually, it was fairly rocky after some very harsh professional criticisms which were taken the wrong way (or maybe the right way given the amount of time we had known one another!). But after that, following a heart-to-heart discussion over a couple of scotches, we bonded and we've become very close in the last 2 years. Maybe it's true that the more difficulties that a relationship goes through, the stronger it can be made. Anyway, from a professional point of view, she's always been there to help me. And from a personal point of view, the same. And now, I really do miss her.

Once in a while, like a large brick to the head, it hits me how much I need my close friends and how lucky I am to have great people around me. How many great mentors I have as well, who continue to support me. I don't know why that has happened, because, in my darkest, most depressed states, I don't think I'm particularly worth standing by, but thankfully, those days are few and far between now, and I'm simply grateful for the close friends I do have who put up with me regardless of how insane, wonky, depressed or baggage-filled I might be! And when some of those friends are out of town and I only get to see them once in a while, it hits home a lot harder. But maybe if they were all close at hand, I wouldn't appreciate them as much.

Getting back on track

Amazingly, for the first time in about 10 or 12 months, I actually feel somewhat relaxed. This is a first fellow hedgehogs! Last week, I was actually enthusiastic to go back to work, the science fair is coming along nicely and it's been exciting to set up our new head office and hire a full-time administrative assistant to keep us in line. It's only been getting back to training that's been the slow cog in the works - jet lag, the weather and a plethora of catch-up work have kept me inside (not very good excuses). But this week it's back at it regularly. 5:30am comes very early for spin classes! But I'm buying a new pair of shoes this week so hopefully those will be incentive enough to get my lazy ass back in there! The next "Throwdown in O-Town" is in late April and I'm supposed to be on the card at 150 lbs so have to get back into shape. Hopefully my shoulder holds out. Right now, it's sore ALL the time. Sometimes worse (in the morning, after workouts, after shoveling or carrying things), sometimes better, but it throbs pretty much continuously. Last week, it was killing me from laughing too hard! That's pretty sad. So I've booked some ART sessions again to (hopefully) get it back to normal. I have a suspicion I'm stuck with having to be careful with it for a long time to come.

I think I've lost any cold tolerance I had before I left. Anything less than -5 deg C makes me run for my down jacket. That's pretty pitiful! Thankfully, we've only had one day of extreme cold. I'm going to go out and try skate skiing next weekend to fool my body into enjoying this cold stuff!

Today, I stopped in at Sharky's Scuba Supply and looked at regulator packages - first stage, reg and octo. Yes, I'm preparing in advance for my tax return! But I hope to do a fair amount of diving this spring and summer, and that requires my own equipment. Luckily I picked up an excellent BCD while in Phuket, but I left all the expensive gear to buy until I got home. Yikes. Mid-range regs are going to cost me $1000, plus another $200 for a set of gauges (depth and pressure). Plus a dry suit or a wet suit since water here is quite a bit colder than in Thailand!

But buying equipment now means I'll have my own gear for next year in Thailand, or Indonesia. Or the Phillipines. Or Micronesia. Or wherever I decide to go! I'm thinking the Similans for 4 days. But Banda Aceh in Indonesia sounds excellent as well. As long as the political environment in Indonesia stays stable.

Back in snowy Ottawa

After a lengthy 40 hours in transit from Bangkok to Ottawa, I'm back home, wondering if the last 6 weeks was simply a dream. The fact that I have a pile of (very) dirty laundry and a pretty nice tan lets me know that it was real. But it's amazing how easily one can fall back into "normal" routine, even after being gone so long. Guess what? The world doesn't stop when you leave the continent!!

I managed to come home with some strange intestinal issues, which I believe I picked up on our last night in Bangkok. We wound up eating at a "local" Thai place where you simply choose your ingredient and they cook it up right there and deliver it to your table. We choose squid, pig intestines, some sort of bivalve, and pork short ribs. I believe either the mollusc or the intestines are the cause of my uncertain stomach. Until last night, I wasn't able to eat solid food and have it stay inside for more than an hour or so, following a session of cramping. Today seems to be better, but I did decide to start the course of Cipro I had just in case. Better safe than sorry, right?

So, it's back to reality. 90 days until the Canada-Wide Science Fair and that means from now until May 20th, chaos will reign. It's started already. I haven't been in to work yet this week but have spent most of my time in science fair meetings. I have a sneaky suspicion that weekend meetings will become the norm (meeting at 10am this morning will start the season off). Our new office is ready to be occupied and all our committees are in full work mode. Which was actually very encouraging to come back to.

I was wide awake this morning at 4am, went back to bed for 2 hours and finally decided to get up at 6am. I figure if I can continue this early morning trend, it will allow me to get a run in before work (or a spin class) so that I don't have to worry about doing cardio in the evenings. It's not quite a New Year's Resolution, but more of a solid realization that time management is going to be a huge factor in the next 3 months, and if I want to get back into shape after this much time off, then I have to plan out training in a more regimented fashion.

Yes, I will post on the remainder of my trip, most likely later today when I have a bit more time. It's alot to recap and will take a bit of thinking and creativity. Luckily, there are many photos to prompt memories.

Thailand to Cambodia, overland

It's been quite a while since I last posted, but it's not because I haven't wanted to or that nothing exciting has been going on! Today is my last day in Thailand - flying out bright and early tomorrow morning, back to the cold and snow. I think culture and temperature shock will occurr!

Since I last posted, I've traveled back and forth to Cambodia. It's going to take a couple of posts to get all the information down, so bear with me! Photos will be coming soon.

As a summary, in the last 6 weeks or so, I have traveled by the following methods, across borders, through towns, and in the Andaman Sea:

Tuk tuk - both Thai and Khmer
Speed boat (river and ocean)
Motorcycle (both driving and passenger)
Mini-van, mini-bus
Bus
Pick-up truck (in the cab and in the box)
Walking
Long tail boat - both Thai and Khmer
Dive boat (big and small)
Taxi
Plane

It's been quite the experience - for anyone who wants to travel around SE Asia, my advice is to forgo the normal methods of transportation (ie. planes) and go overland or oversea! It's the best way to go!

January 22nd. After flying back to BKK from Phuket, I met up with Nat and John at the Ambassador Hotel. We spent the afternoon on Khao San Road, eating street meat and indulging in Thai buckets. The evening was spent at the Suan Lam night market, only to be woken up abruptly at 4am the next morning by our wake-up call, in plenty of time to make it down to Hua Lamphong train station to catch our commuter train to the Thai-Khmer border. We had stocked up on train-friendly food items the evening before (not needed since train meat and random drinks were plentiful for the entire ride). Once at the train station, we purchased our tickets for the border: 48 baht each!! For a 5 hour train ride! Sweet! Okay, so the entire train was 3rd class, but still, it was great!

The ride to the border was relatively quiet and very scenic - lots of rice paddies, farming villages, small train stations. I managed to catch a few winks of sleep to make up for the horrid night of 'sleep' the evening before.

Once at the border town of Arayan Prathet, we walked through immigration and into a no-man's land somewhere between Thailand and Cambodia where we had a bit of lunch before standing in line to be let into Cambodia. Crossing borders on foot is always an interesting experience - it can take anywhere from 1-2 hours, depending on the paperwork and the number of tour groups who are lined up with you.

On the other side of the Cambodia line, we had the somewhat frustrating experience of negotiating a ride from Poipet to Siem Reap. Let the games begin!!! The drive was expected to be 4 hours (dependent entirely on the insanity of the driver). We wound up stuck in a bidding war between 2 private car drivers. Our ultimate choice was, in hindsight, the wrong one! But at the time we just wanted to get the hell out of dodge. The trunk was packed with bags, the car with people, and off we went.

I'm not entirely sure how to explain or describe the ride from Poipet to Siem Reap. Nat's cartoon of the trip is probably the best in terms of a summary. "Hellish" might be a good word. Exciting? An adventure? Death-defying? All good words! The "road" was worse than anything I have ever been on, logging and quarry roads included. HUGE potholes and culvert bumps, road construction the entire length of the highway, cows, chickens, toll trolls, bicycles, other drivers. There are no rules driving on that road - it's a free for all. Either side of the road is fair game (Thais drive on the left, Khmer on the right, this road either side worked), and playing chicken with every vehicle you came across seemed the norm. It was quite the ride. I was sitting in the front, and I swear I lost 10 years of my life just staring out the front window at the conditions in front of us. To top it all off, our driver seemed to have Turret's syndrome as well! He kept taking his hands off the steering wheel and cracking his knuckles, making weird, spastic head motions, and mumbling violently to himself.

4.5 hours later, in the dark, we were very relieved to find ourselves in Siem Reap itself. But the journey wasn't over! Our car driver decided he'd try and drop us off at a tuk-tuk stand because apparently "dirty cars weren't allowed in Siem Reap". We loaded into 2 tuk-tuks and asked to go to the Jasmine Lodge. Ha! We were being taken for a ride. Luckily, having been here long enough, we were smart to this scam and wound up jumping out of the tuk-tuk near to where we thought our guesthouse was. Close enough. A bit of a walk landed us at the guesthouse, very dirty, exhausted and ready for sleep. We had made it to Cambodia, although there were times during the ride that I didn't think surviving that road was a possibility!!