Water Festival is almost upon us. This is second time around now for us - the beauty of living for more than one year out here. Big waka canoes take to the Mekong for the boat races, and Phnom Penh swells by an influx of some one million people. The vibe is already happening. I took a trip to riverside to pay the power bill and meeting with a local pastor. It is bedlam already out there; you can feel the weight of people already arriving into the city.
There is a wee problem this year, tho'. The wet season is meant to be over. Blue skies should be overhead. But ... neighbouring Vietnam has turned into a giant swimming pool and the rain continues to pour down here too.
Meanwhile, the Healing Home exodus is all over. Three patients and their families headed back home on Sunday and the remaining two patients, Sak and Ngeit, left today. All of a sudden we have gone from overflowing to empty. We're keeping busy tho' - always stuff to clean and do before the holiday week kicks in next Monday.
Chantol riding my steed, taking Ngeit and little Dtouch back home. They live in a village an hour out of town - "a very little house", Chantol reported, "with six children at home - and they all have colds". Ngeit is due back after the festival.
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