My good friend Mister Potato is a Malaysian Pringle man, but he looks suspiciously Mexican. That mustache? That sombrero? Please. That's Senor Potato to you. The trip from Phnom Penh to the ocean only takes a few hours, along one of the deadliest roads in Cambodia. The path is narrow and full of speeding buses and trucks, which means that crashes are as good a form of entertainment as the ridiculous Khmer comedy videos. Charlie Chaplin allegedly came through these parts back in the day, and taught his form of humor to the people in charge. Now, all comedy is derived from that. It involves a lot of slapstick, and people getting hit in head with funny objects. Put this type of humor in language you don't understand, on blaring speakers, on several TV monitors throughout the bus, and it's good times. Hmm. Improvement or not over semi-sadistic Japanese game shows?

That said, Mister Potato and I spent the journey looking out the window, watching the scenery, cows, and car crashes race past. I didn't yet abandon this blog, but have a habit of working too many hours, and not posting. Also, have no other internet besides web cafes full of super-sketch Nigerian email scam artists. That is a broad generalization, but if you lived here, you'd know there's a fair bit of truth there. So. I have bunches of pretty pictures, but allow one to assure you for now that I'm alive and well, and full of crisps.