Half my life ago, when I was twice the idiot I am now, I flew to
Cambodia to meet up with two friends who were riding tandem bicycles around
the world. This was my first trip to a country without a sanitation department
so naturally I was pretty excited.
The plan was for me to ride on the back of one of their bikes as we pedaled from Phnom Penh to Siem Reap and out to the temples of Angkor. When I say the plan I really mean my plan. The plan, according to my friends, was not only to cycle across Cambodia and the rest of the world but to live to tell about it.
My plans tend to lack such detail.