How Not To Eat Spiders

Since I've moved, I'm surprised to hear how many people are curious about helping-out in Cambodia! So I thought I'd use this blog to show you around town and tell a little bit about the work here... / Desde que me mudé, estoy sorprendida saber cuantas quieren saber más sobre ayudando en Camboya. Entonces, pensé llevarles a un tour de la ciudad y contarles un poco sobre el trabajo.

Phnom Penh is a lot like any other average city in the world; there's noisy traffic, square blocks of cement buildings , and snarls of electrical wires flung all over the place like a mad woman's breakfast... / Phnom Penh se parece a qualquier otra cuidad típico del mundo. Tiene la bulla del trafico, kilometros de cemento cuadrado, y cables electricos, gindados por todos lados como si hubiera explotado una fábrica de espagueti...

But we do have most of the necessary things... like a Starbucks! / Pero, si tenemos la mayoría de las cosas necesarias... como café de Starbucks!

And IKEA too / y un "IKEA" almacen de muebles tambien

(well, sort of) / (Bueno, casi)

The majority of the 14 million people who live here are Budhist, and go to worship at a Wat like this one. / La mayoría de los 14 milliones de personas que vivan aquí son Budístas y van a un Wat como éste para adorar.

There are some Christian churches here too, although slightly less popular. / Hay unas iglésias Cristianas aquí tambien, aunque son un poco menos popular.

This building is being rented for the Bethel Home and Translation Offices. / Éste édeficio se adquila para Betél y Las Oficínas de Traducción

And our congregation is currently renting the upstairs of this house to use as our Kingdom Hall. / Nuestra congregación se está adquilando el segundo piso de ésta casa para usar como Salón Del Reino.

It's usually standing-room only on Sundays. We have a little over 50 publishers, but last week there were more than 140 people at the meeting- and it keeps growing! / Normalmente el salón esta lleno los días Domingo. Tenémos un poco más de 50 publicadores, pero la semana pasada había más de 140 personas en la reúnion- y sigue creciendo!

The people we meet in the territory are very diverse. Some neighborhoods are really wealthy, with huge new houses like these... / Encontrámos una grán variedad de personas en el território. En algunos sectores hay muchas casas nuevas y enormes como estas...

Some are middle-class neighborhoods... / Dondé vive la gente de cláse médio...

...and then there are the truly poor areas. This is where one of my bible students lives with her 2 year old daughter. The house is only one room, with no plumbing, and the roof is not high enough to stand'up inside. / ...y los lugares donde realmente hay pobreza. Uno de mís estudiantes vive en esta casa con su hija de 2 años. Tiene un solo cuarto, sin llave de agua, y el techo es tan bajo que no puede pararse adentro.

In the rainy season, flooding gets to be a problem in many parts of town. / En la época del invierno, muchas partes del pueblo quedan inundados.

(watch your step!) / (¡Que sígan con cuídado!)

There're also thousands of people here who move from the countryside looking for work. Many of them get factory jobs and wind-up living in rows of tiny one-room houses like these. Often their schedules are 12 hours or more (from 7am to 7 or 8pm), so to be able to reach them, we've been starting service at 6am on Wednesdays. It's amazing how many people are willing to talk with us at this hour. They'll invite us in, and even have regular weekly studies before their shifts start. It seems there's never enough time to make return visits on all the people who show interest. / Además, hay miles de personas del campo que vienen a buscar trabajo. Muchos consiguen empleo en una fábrica y se no les queda más de vivir en filas de cuartos chiquitos como estos. Muchas veces, sus jornadas son de 12 horas o más ( de 7am a 7 o 8pm) entonces, para poder predicarles, hemos empezado a predicar a las 6am los días Miercoles. Es incréible cuantas personas estan dispuestas hablar a esta hora de la mañana. Nos invitan a sentar y algunos tienen sus estudios biblicos antes de ir al trabajo. Parece que nunca hay tiempo suficiente para hacer todos los revisitas aquí.

I really enjoy the people here. Pretty much everyone I meet is fun, friendly, and easy to talk with. This is a Japanese sister in our deaf group with one of her return visits. They LOVE taking pictures! :) / A mi me gusta la gente aquí. La mayoría de las personas son amables y les gusta conversar. Ella es una hermana de Japón con uno de sus revisitas. Les encantan tomar fotos! :)

So Much To Say, So Much To Do...

We had our District Convention on Dec. 17-19. On Sunday there were over 830, which is a new peak attendance for us (over 100 more than last year) and more than double the number of publishers in the country. / Tuvímos la Asamblea de Districto el 17 de 19 de Dic. El día Domingo hubo 830 personas (más de 100 personas más del año pasado) y más del doble la cantidad de publicadores en el´país.

It was a lot of work for us to interpret the entire program into sign language! There're only 3 interpreters here who can speak Khmer well, and two of them are brothers who had many other responsibilities to care for during the program. So I was asked to help out by doing all of the District Overseer's talks for the 3 days. Can you imagine.... I'm new in town, hardly know anything yet, and I'm asked to sit in front of the stage and use Cambodian Sign Language to try and explain evolution, molecular science, and the refined understanding of a "generation" to a group of deaf Budists! (Holy Cow!) Well, thanks to Jehovah all the students seemed to enjoy the convention and went home encouraged despite the, shall we say "difficulties"? / Fue mucho trabajo para nosotros traducir todo el programa en señas. Solo hay 3 personas aquí que hablan bien el idioma, y dos de ellos son hermanos que tenían muchas otras reponsibilidades durante la asamblea. Entonces me pidieron que ayude traducir los discursos del superintendente del districto durante los tres días. Pudedes imaginar... soy nueva aquí, casi no se nada todavía, y piden que yo me pongo de frente de todos y ultiliza señas camboyanas para explicar la evolucíon, ciéncia molécular, y el nuevo entendimiento de la "generacion" a un grupo de budistas! (¡dios mío!) Pero gracias a Jéhova, parece que todos sentían animados y disfutaron del programa a pesar de las dificultades.

We don't have an official sign language group yet in Cambodia, so some people were surprised to see 21 deaf attend the convention on Sunday, and we attracted a lot of attention. Here's a photo of some of our studies who came. (everyone in this picture is deaf) It was really touching to see that some even came dressed with skirts, ties, and lapel badges. / No tenémos un grupo de señas todavía en Camboya y algunas personas quedaron sorprendidas ver 21 sordos asistir el día Domingo. Este es un foto de unos de nuestros estudientes (todos en la foto son sordos) Fúe bonito ver que algunos llegaron vestido con faldas, corbatas, y sus solápas.

As far as the language goes.... it's been about 2 months and I know enough to get by, but everything feels like it takes me forever to get done (say about 10 hours to study my Watchtower!) Just preparing the meetings in Khmer is a full-time job! I study the language with a local sister 3 days a week and almost every other day I'm in service. Besides that, the new school year begins soon, so I'll begin a teaching job.

Also, I've been asked to help translate some of our new songs into Cambodian Sign (CSL) -two new songs a week. To do that I begin with the ASL DVD and try to convert it into CSL as best I can. Then during the week I'll meet with some of the deaf students who attend meetings and ask them to make revisions and improvements. I try to take video of them signing to keep records and practice later.

After that, whatever free time is left has been spent with all the visitors we've had! -friends from Vietnam, Philippines, Australia, America, Singapore, and more... right now Ida is here from Finland for a few weeks, and we just got back from a mini speed-vacation to the beach. It's been fun, but I can't ever remember having been so busy!

Hungry? / Tienes hambre?

I've loved getting to try lots of new and unusual foods here. Most of it is amazing; some is a little weird. Things like papaya & fish pickles, lotus flower seeds (supposedly keep you young and healthy?), or these salted eggs. / Ha sido divertido probar las comidas nuevas y diferentes aquí. La mayoria de las cosas son increíbles; algunas son raras. Cosas como ají de papaya con pescado fermentado, semillas de Lotus (supestamente ayuda mantener salud y juventud) o estos huevos salados.

They're made by being soaked in very salty water for a week or two and then coated with dirt and charcoal until they're ready to be eaten. Then they're washed and boiled with rice. They have a kinda salty, pickled taste... hard to explain... maybe I'll make them for you next time you're in town? / Para hacerlos, dejan los huevos remojando en agua salada por uno o dos semanas, y despúes les cubren con tiérra y carbón. Cuando esta listo a comerlos, se los llavan y hiervan con arróz. Tienen un sabor salado... difícil de explicar... tal vez te los puedo hacer la proxima vez que te visito?

I'm not quite sure what these are (river eels??), but I don't think they bite and apparently they really do taste like chicken? / No se exactamente que son estas cosas (angilas del rio??) pero, creo que no muerden y aparentamente, de verdad sabe de gallina.

And then there are the bugs.... / Y tambien hay los bichos...

There's not a lot of skill involved in eating bugs. You do what you've got to do, swallow, and try hard not to think about what just went down. It's pretty straight-forward really... / No requiere mucho talento comer bichos. Solo haces lo que tienes que hacer, tragues, y trates de no pensar mucho en lo que acaba de pasar. La cosa no es complicada...

The true skill, I believe, lies in NOT eating bugs; in finding creative ways to avoid getting yourself into the situation in the first place. For example: Good idea #1.) make friends with someone who will eat your bugs for you!! / El verdadero arte, creo, queda en NO comer bichos; en inventar maneras para evitar la situacion por completo. Por ejemplo: Buena idea #1.) Hazte amigo de alguien que puede comer la porcion tuya!!

(For example, you could say: "Ooh, WoW!! That fried tarantula looks amazingly delicious! But do you mind if I take it home to Kevin? Those are his absolute favorite!") / (por ejemplo, podrias decir: "Wow! Esta tarantula frita parece riquiiisima! Pero, piensas que yo podria llevarla a la casa para Kevin? Las tarantulas fritas son su favorito!")

this is Kevin / este es Kevin

It's good to have friends! / Es bueno tener amigos!

At the end of every year, I try to look back and think about the things I've learned over the past 12 months. Today I counted that it's been 4,380 days (12 years) since I first moved away from the country where I was born, and began this bizarre kind of life. What I have come to appreciate more is the immeasurable value of friendships, and of truly being understood. Those deep conversations that touch the core of our souls; or laughter without inhibitions until our sides hurt... Where ever we happen to be, I think those are the things that give life it's flavor.

A few weeks ago, I was near the beach with friends and wanted to spend sunset at the ocean, but the girl I was with was getting impatient to leave because of the mosquitoes. "What's the big deal about a sunset?" she said. "It happens every day. You can see one anytime you want." And I thought to myself, 'that's exactly the big deal with a sunset. They happen every day, but they're never the same twice... it's painted just for a moment and then gone forever; a few seconds of something uniquely beautiful that Jehovah created just for that day. If you miss one- even if you live forever- you'll never get the chance to see it again. I love the gallery of sunsets that live in my memory...' But I didn't say any of that to her, because she wouldn't have appreciated what I meant.

In that way, our good, true friendships are like those sunsets... rare, inspiring, and not to be taken for granted- even for a day.

"...and you well know with all your hearts... that not one word out of all the good words that Jehovah your God has spoken to you has failed. They have all come true for you." -Jer. 23:14- "...y ustedes bien saben con todo su corazón... que ni una sola palabra de todas las buenas palabras que Jehová su Dios les ha hablado ha fallado. Todos se han realizado para ustedes. "

"...I recommend getting a manicure and a cute helmet"

Well I've been in Cambodia about a month now, and I've got a new language, a new name, and a motorbike with pink flowers on it.

Welcome to Asia

(hahaha Who is that person??!)

My impression of Cambodia so far is that it's an intense place. Either laid-back apathy, or full-on chaos. There seems to be no middle gear. And the last few months have been full of the unexpected. It feels like everything is new- even my name.

(Melissa is kind of awkward to pronounce in Khmer, so instead you can call me " លិសា ")

But I've gotten used to life here pretty quick. The language is tough, but getting easier; the food is mostly simple healthy and good; the climate, well, I'm getting used to that too :) ;navigating downtown traffic on a bike, while wearing high-heel shoes (haha) -that is truly an art!

Fields That Are Ripe...

Someone very wise explained to me once that getting to know a new culture should involve more than just speaking the language. It's important to know about the people and the things that matter in their lives. You should try to do what they do and feel what they feel... walk a mile in their shoes. I agreed that sounded like some pretty wise advice... And the next thing I knew, I was barefoot in a rice paddy.

I'm living in the city of Phnom Penh now, but last week I went to visit some friends in the countryside of Takeo.

It's beautiful out there this time of year with the bright green rice fields and sugar palms.

The brothers there were all busy with the rice harvest, so we went to help them one afternoon after service. When we asked if we were "good workers", they laughed and said 'No! We were slow and wasted too much time playing and taking pictures.' (hahaha) Whatever do they mean??

But rice isn't the only thing being harvested in Takeo. There's a small group with about 12 publishers and their territory includes the entire province- a large part of which has never been witnessed to before. This is how to get there...

And this is me trying to speak Khmer! (haha) Is she smiling because she's interested... or just laughing because she has no clue what I'm saying?? Talking to Budist people is so different from what I've been used to in Ecuador! But I'm having fun trying to understand that religion and figure out how to reason with the people.

Just about everyone here is very polite, curious about our message, and willing to listen. This woman was from Vietnam and didn't speak much Cambodian, but she was nice and accepted a Watchtower in Vietnamese.

We traveled an hour or so to reach this family's house, where a new bible study is being started.

She can't read well and didn't have a pair of good glasses, but it was really touching to see how much effort she was putting into trying to understand the information. Her little grandson (in the picture on the left) is deaf, but doesn't know sign language at all. Way out in the country where they live, there are no resources at all for families with deaf kids. I showed him the bible stories book and tried to get him to mimic some signs, but he was too shy. *sigh* So many people need help...

There's no Kingdom hall in Takeo, so guess where they have the meetings?

When they take the attendance, do you think they can count the chickens too?

A Cambodian Cooking Show...

It's 7am on a Saturday morning and I'm standing over a boiling pot of green goo, with a stick and a dictionary. Who says there's nothing fun to do here on the weekends?!

We're making something called "lot". After harvesting and cleaning the rice, it's soaked in water and then ground in a stone hand mill, together with some leaves that give it the delicious green color.

We boiled it for what seemed like an eternity, then some mysterious white powder was added (baking soda maybe?) After that, the mixture turns into something like glue and is poured into a press. The noodles that come out are cooled and rinsed in water. Then we break to meet with the service group and go preaching...

...when we came back, I helped grind and squeeze fresh coconut milk, that was served with the finished product. A bit of palm sugar syrup is drizzled over the top and the end result is pretty good.

But the job didn't stop there. After lunch it was off to the market to sell the stuff. Local people thought it was hysterical to see a foreigner doing this job, and we attracted a fair bit of attention. Everyone had a good laugh! :)

One bowl sells for about $.25 cents US. The sister I was with does this 6 days a week to help make money for her family.

Back in Phnom Penh...

One of the things I prayed about when I came here, was to find a bible study who I'd be able to communicate with. (I was thinking along the lines of someone who spoke a little English?) But I should know by now that prayers are seldom answered in the way we expect them to be... At the first Sunday meeting I attended, a young deaf woman showed-up with a tattered old copy of the bible stories book and a huge smile. (That's her standing next to me with the pink shirt) After the meeting, I was simply informed that she was now my bible study ("excuse me, what??") She knows a little ASL, is enthusiastic about her study, comes by herself to almost every Sunday meeting, and wants to comment.

This is us: the 5 of us in the sign language group, 8 deaf who attended the meeting that day, and a few visitors from the US. This meeting was pretty good attendance, but actually there are even more deaf people who come to the meetings sometimes. According to Google there are an estimated 50,000+ deaf people in Cambodia... with 5 people preaching to them... it's a lot of territory to cover! So, there you have it: the story of how I was abducted by a sign language group in Cambodia ;)

If you're wondering what it's like.... The Cambodian alphabet has about 67 letters in total (give-or-take a few? I think? ...actually, I'm really not sure how many there are :) Every time I think I've learned them all, a new set appears. They multiply like rabbits) Each of the 33 consonants can be used in either a major or minor form. So that means that each letter has 2 different ways it can be signed also. Then there are 23 different vowel punctuation marks that are added by touching the corresponding point on your finger or hand between signs for the consonants. It looks something like this:

Apparently, the people who thought-up this language decided that it was just not complicated enough, so to make it more fun, Cambodian letters are not necessarily written (or signed) in the order that they are pronounced (or understood). Its a big bowl of alphabet soup

There's so much more I could tell you about.... meeting people and going places and lots of visitors... but I'll save it for next time :) And leave you with a view of the Cambodian countryside

11/19/10 "...Today we went to Phnom Chiso, climbed the stairs up to the temple ruins and saw the endless views from there. We went on some studies in remote area of the countryside and had a great time. The roads were wild on the motorbike... catching air on the pot-holes and almost blowing-up in the slick mud. The brilliant green rice paddies, set against a sky streaked with impending thunderstorms and sunshine; the skies here have a bi-polar personality -It is this place- You look around and just can't help but feel like anything can happen..."

A Slight Detour to The End of the World

It all started in Egypt....

My grandma and I were with a Meander tour group of JWs, many of whom have long records of faithful service to Jehovah in all kinds of fascinating places. For more than 2 weeks we were like a traveling congregation of gypsies.

First was a 3-day Nile cruise. As we sailed, we toured the ancient ruins along the way: Luxor, Karnak, Valley of th Kings, etc, etc...

And we learned a lot about the world that the Israelites would've known before the 10 plagues and Exodus. We saw the areas where Moses would have grown-up and ancient straw and mud bricks that were probably made by Israelite hands.

Also the incredibly old Step Pyramid that Joseph and Jacob would've seen when they were in Egypt. At that time, it was the tallest stone building on earth. And of course, we stopped at some of the more traditional sights too.

There was also time for shopping, swimming, good food, Nubian music & dancing on a sailboat, a Watchtower study, the Aswan dam, and a botanical gardens.... it was... wow! There are stories upon stories...

We wore badge cards everywhere that read simply "Bible Tour" and some people asked questions about it. I'll just say that it lead to a couple of very unique and interesting conversations that won't soon be forgotten.

From Egypt, we traveled by bus through the wilderness of the Sinai peninsula, and stopped at many biblical sights along the way, such as: Suc'coth, where Israel's exodus began (Ex. 12:37); The shore of the Red Sea near the place Israel crossed and they sang the Victory Song for the first time (Ex. 15); Ma'rah, where Moses made bitter water sweet (Ex. 15:23-25); The wilderness of Sin, where Jehovah began providing Mana and the Sabbath was observed for the first time (Ex. 16:1-3,13-15, 22-24); and Reph'i-dim, where Jehovah used Moses to provide water from the rocks and the Amalekites were miraculously defeated (Ex. 17:1-13). Seeing and standing in these places has given me such a new perspective. It was like reading the bible in 3-D.

We slept in simple little cabin at the foot of Mount Sinai, on the same desert plain where the bible says Moses brought the people to "meet the True God". It was the middle of the night and I sat awake, looking up at the silhouette of the massive mountaintop against a star-filled sky. I tried to imagine things the way they would've seen it thousands of years ago; the mountain smoking and trembling before them.... (Exodus 19)

At 1am it was time to get a coffee and and a camel. (Ok, maybe two coffees ...or was that two camels??) Anyway, the plan was to climb to the top in time for sunrise, and there was an option to either walk or rent a camel. Mostly, I just think it's really REALLY fun to ride on camels and wasn't about to let an opportunity like that pass by! So, off we went. It seemed like there were thousands of people making their pilgrimage to the top, most with torches or candles. Against the dark night, the trail became a tiny ribbon of light snaking it's way up, and up, and up into the rocky hills.

(I know you LOVE the socks, don't you??! Haha It was really cold up there!)

It was awesome to think that these are the stones where the presence of Jehovah touched the earth. My imagination opened wide and I found so much to think about up there.

One of the highlights of the trip wasvisiting Bethlehem, the birthplace of Jesus. But, it's certainly changed since the first century.... now it's considered a Palestinian settlement and surrounded by a HUGE grey security wall with guards, barbed-wire, and machine guns. The Palestinian side of the wall is covered with colorful and sometimes pretty imaginative graffiti. I think this one says quite a lot...

The small sign reads: "Welcome to Bethlehem"

As tourists we were able to get through security, and so we spent a few nights there in a restored antique palace. Being inside the wall has all the charm of a prison camp, but we found the people to be kind, hospitable, and friendly. The best part of all was getting to attend a special meeting with some of our Arabic-speaking brothers and sisters (although you won't see their faces here).

Later, we visited the branch in Israel and met friends from all over the world who speak Hebrew, Russian, Arabic, English, and Hebrew Sign Language. It's a really wonderful bunch of bro's & sisters there and it was a really special privilege to be invited as their guests. (Sorry, I can't show you photos)

Around Jerusalem there are amazing historic sights everywhere you look. These sure aren't the kind of road signs you see every day!

We went to the top of the Mount of Olives and looked out at the place where Jehovah's temple once stood. The brother taking the lead had us read from the bible about numerous events that took place on that spot. Then we walked down to the city- by way of the same road that Jesus likely used in his triumphal procession recorded at Mt. 21:6-9, and eventually came to the Garden of Gethsemane. There we were invited into a private grove of ancient olive trees and listened to a fascinating bible talk about Jesus and his apostles; around the same spot where Jesus himself would've sat and talked to them.

There was so much more... we went to where the Sermon on the Mount was given, Jericho, Nazareth, Joppa, Ceasarea, Masada, the Dead Sea, Qumran (where the Dead Sea Scrolls were discovered), and Megiddo. (I was given a hat from the "Armageddon" gift shop! hahaha)

We went to the Synagogue in Capernaum and saw the place Jesus taught and healed a demonized man (Mark 1:21-28)

Grandma and I waded through Hezekiah's Tunnel

On a boat at the Sea of Galilee we got a real life fishing demonstration. Even more fun though was just being together with some good friends, who also happen to be expert fishers [of men] in, shall I say, "particular countries". Keep up the good work!

After the tour had finished and most of our friends had left for home, a few of us continued on into Jordan. First stop: Wadi Rum. Spectacular! (If you've ever seen the movie Laurence of Arabia? this is where it was filmed)

Climb-up. Slide-down. Shake-sand-out-of-underwear. Repeat!!

We had the pretty incredible treat of being invited as guests to a Bedouin BBQ...

Deee-licious!! can you guess what animal that is/was??

Where are we???

COFFEE SHOP? Out here??! HahahA Now that's what I call an "OASIS"!!

Petra. What can I say? There's a reason it's one of the wonders of the world. It's remarkable...! (I'll have more pictures from this trip in Picasa web albums soon)

We had a great time! But what goes up, must come down.

This was the capital of an empire built by the Nabataeans, or Edomites (descendants of Esau). On our tour we learned that it had become a "lost city" until 1812 A.D., and (although it contains over 4,000 tombs) to-date not so much as one single bone has been found here. There's no DNA evidence, or record of any kind to prove who these people were or who are their descendants today. This amazingly wealthy and advanced civilization just slipped into extinction without a trace. Very interesting when you consider what Jehovah said would happen to Edom in the Bible book of Obadiah and other prophets.

I always knew that one fine day I'd come to the edge of the world! Turns out it's in the middle of the Jordanian desert. Who knew??

And when you're there, it actually does feel like the edge of the world. Clinging to the side of a cliff is a traditional-style Bedouin tent with carpets on the floor and a collection of teapots nestled in the fire. Just inside was a bird- a falcon- the kind used for hunting. It sat on it's perch with a fitted leather hood over it's face. "This is my best friend" said a man in black, and invited me in for a cup of tea.

It's a touristy place and I figured that either the tea was going to be outrageously expensive, or I was to expect a hard sales pitch for some tacky plastic souvenirs (made in China). But it was such a pleasant spot, with cool breeze and shade from the relentless sun, I decided to sit for a while and enjoy the moment.

Instead of trying to sell me something, the man removed the falcon's hood, showed me how they use it to hunt, and let me take pictures. Another guy began playing music on some traditional instruments. Later, when it was time to go, I tried to pay for my tea and he wouldn't take any money. "No, I invited you as my guest. No money." he said. Wow. We live in a world where nothing is free anymore.... but apparently if you travel all the way to the very edge, a few things still are.

proof that even if you go over the edge, you can climb back

There's something about being on top of a mountain... alone with the wind and the sky. No matter how many places I go, there's always a new mountain to climb, and I'm always happy to be there.

As I reflect back on this last month, I feel so grateful to Jehovah for this trip. The fascinating Bible lectures, coupled with the amazing association of the brothers and sisters traveling together, and the natural beauty of the places really touched my heart and made my imagination run wild. It's given me thing to ponder for a long time to come.

The last day, I got up early and went snorkeling at a coral reef in the Red Sea (relaxing and incredible) Then spent 6 hours being interrogated by Israeli security in two separate airports (not relaxing and horrible) Yikes! That place is ridiculous!

Next stop: Cambodia. Stay tuned for what comes next...

"Trust in Jehovah with all your heart and do not lean upon your own understanding" -Prov. 3:5