waiting around

i feel like i've been doing a lot of waiting around lately. while, yes, this makes me incredibly insane because i am impatient and detest inefficiency, i have been able to just take my time getting to know my surroundings. 

yesterday morning i took a shower with a lizard. at least i didn't have to be alone. 

in the afternoon we went over to the river walk. now, when i say river, i am not talking about the mississippi, or the seine, of the thames, or anywhere at all lovely. its a filthy and very potent river. the area surrounding it is pretty cool though. its where the king's palace is, as well as some great ice cream! 

i'm hiding the chocos i am wearing in this picture...but thank you so much! angela santos

appreciate the yellow

cool sign

sometimes your shirts just get too sweaty

i asked these boys if i could take a picture, and this is what they did

at 3 o'clock we had a meeting to receive our internship assignments from RACHA. they didn't even know we were coming and have no assignments for us. the first guy we met with was just "oh, yes, byu", then he started scanning the pages in his empty notebook. empty notebook, there was nothing on the pages but he continued to flip through the pages and scan them up and down as if searching for something. i guess things just run differently down here. inefficient.... (tut tut). so needless to say, we are a bit concerned about our internships. luckily, cambodia has more NGOs than anywhere else in the world, so i am positive that we will find something. 

there was a YSA activity at night. it was so fun to attend. the people here, i am convinced, are of the nicest and friendliest in the world. a performance group from BYU was there as well, so we all watched and danced (mostly i watched and then slept on the gym floor, until a rap song came on that i could ghetto fabulize my way all over the place with the little boys there). we taught them some moves, and more importantly, they taught us some sweet steps. i quite like the music too. i haven't the slightest idea how to describe it, however. 

at the end of the night i was still jet lagged, having woken up with a start at 4am that morning. i was incredibly cranky and started mumbling about waiting around too much. (why is it that the one thing all senior missionaries have in common is the ability to accidentally hold people hostage? they can talk to people for hours without the slightest idea that you might have other things to do) eventually, my friend and i brought our bikes out to the scene. 


everyone else jumped on board and we were able to go home, where i took a cold shower. believe me, i wouldn't want a warm shower even if it was an option. speaking of water. the toilets here have hoses on the side. think bidet. dan was trying to convince us of its utility and grace earlier. we rejected his praise. secretly though, a few of us tried it out on our own. i have never felt to clean before! especially after being so sweaty all day, it’s nice to kind of get an extra, tiny, sparse, shower in the middle of the day. i’m going to attribute my acceptance of it to my being so fabulously european.