We are dancing here. yes yes yes. And taking breakfast in busy local restaurants in traditional outfits (ha) and doing our own version of flash mobbing in the backalleys of Phnom Penh. And filming the ride, and being told not to film by police, and filming that. And exercising on a boiling hot morning in costume and in a public exercise park. Marvellous. Liver in breakfast soup and parts of stomach. Marvellous. Chaser is iced coffee with condensed milk. ah. We are dancing in here and the butt butt maintains a stead pulse...old meets new, meets unknown, meets impossible, meets fear and transcendence, meets meets meet. butt butt butt....images keep colliding and I wish for an ability to stockpile all of it. How to bottle it? Impossible. OK. 

This morning the first t shirt i see on motodop is 'smiling in cambodia'. nice. thank you. no camera on hand and small boy riding standing in front of father, holding onto the handlebars as he soars into the cool morning air. 

Less than two weeks remain. On the count down, this is always when that big stretch of time seems over in a small blink of eye.