There are not enough tears for this country
After a morning's stroll along the riverfront, I called Scott and got directions to the CCF office. I walked down there and got a firsthand lesson in the vagaries of Phnom Penh street numbering. Despite the best efforts of the city planners, I made my appointment in time. We loaded up into the back of a HiLux and set out. We first stopped at the preschool facility, just in time for a very wiggl video karaoke dance party. The kids mobbed us in the usual fashion.
Scott. Probably the most inspiring person I have had the honor to meet.
