Yes, I will admit that these past 30 hours have been more than I can handle. I’ve cried myself to sleep two nights in a row; lulled the kids to sleep to the drunkard cheers and the speakers of CoCo’s Bar massaging our butts, and have repeated “Anicca, anicca, anicca” more times than I can remember.
“Anicca” is what Orazi screamed mid-way through the roller coaster ride in Vin Pearl Land Water Park when he realized that begging Kobi to stop the ride wasn’t working and he, little man that he is, decided to enjoy the ride, damn it, and screamed “anicca” with arms waving in the air. ‘Anicca’ is the Pali word meaning “everything passes” that Kobi and I learned in our Vippasana Meditations [insider video]. It has become a family mantra for helping us get through sticky stuff, and these past days have been so anicca-requiring beyond what I can fully comprehend.
So, where should we begin? With our son being felt up, twice? Our parenting hall of fame putting-the-kids-to-bed-in-a-bar night? Or, breathing sewage pipes’ shit all day? (Breathing is so overrated.) Clearly, another point against us in Why Don’t You Get A Real Job and Stop Abusing Those Kids. Shit.
In Which We Fully Recognize The Lifestyle We’ve Chosen
But, those are just the highlights, there is so, so much more. In less than 24 hours we faced dehydration headaches, our first taste of homelessness (different from Voluntary Homelessness), not feeding our children properly, 8 hours of bus and boat en-routed-ness, and a deluge of energy drainage in searching, unsuccessfully, for a sane place to lay our heads down for the night. Overwhelming.
We’re cool with adventure, we’re cool with winging it, and we’re totally cool with experiencing the way out there with our kids. That’s what led us to seven weeks of Ecuadorian jungle indigenous tribe life [video saying goodbye], living off a tent in Peru, AAAAAAkindly host invitations throughout CambodiaAAAAAAA, life on the ranch in Costa Rica, that drunk Vietnamese wedding, the tarantula-overrun attic, and now a wooden hut on a pier off Koh Rong Island. That’s what led to the well-known I’m Sorry video.
We’re all into adventure, and yes, we’ve done our fair share of ridiculously stupid choices. We’re not into having NO CHOICES, putting our kids to bed in the bar, sleeping in dengue-ville without mosquito nets, and reaching exhaustion beyond functionally. Oh, and we’re not so keen on our children being fondled. I know, we’re so old-fashioned.
In Which A Few Scattered Things Get Straight
This series of posts isn’t a pure bitch-a-thon. There is light, and lots of it, in this story. And there’s tons of deep-down honest appreciation. Of course we have choices, we always have choices. We chose to come here because we love Cambodia. We adore Cambodian men and talk a great deal about their truest nature in this video, and throughout our most famous post ever. We’ve lived in Cambodia for seven months, and have now backtracked (which we DO NOT do) for our undying love of Koh Rong Island (unreal photos), AKoh Rong Dive Center, and the CoCo Bungalow’s team. We would not have gone back to a country we lived in for seven months when the entire world still awaits us unless it is something un-Earthily amazing. And Koh Rong Dive Center, and working for them, is such an honor and joy, that it was worth the hellishness our family went through.
That being said, it was pretty awful.
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So much love from a slightly overcast hazy Koh Rong Island,