I was going to polish off the last two installments in the When Helping is Hard series early this week, but then Cambodia happened. We’re here for four days on rest and relaxation leave and so far it’s been very restful, very relaxing, and very needed. Mike’s trying hard not to talk or think work, and in the spirit of solidarity (and the spirit of holiday) I decided to do the same. So the humanitarian series will be back, but not for a couple of days.
Instead of talking or thinking work we’ve been trundling around Siem Reap in the back of a tuk tuk, wandering around various temples, and eating cheeseburgers. We’re in the bizarre position of having come to Siem Reap and feeling as if we’ve landed back in a metropolis… more of a metropolis, anyway. They have good ice cream here, people. And traffic lights.
So in lieu of the next installment in the Helping is Hard series, here is a slideshow of some of what we’re seeing in the temples. They’re grand, they are awe-inspiring, and they make me think about our human instinct to carve a lasting story in stone and with our very lives, to create monuments to beauty, and to seek meaning beyond ourselves.