July 18, 2011
Getting into the swing of Phnom Penh. I pulled a fourteen hour workday today, which is what happens when you only have six days left to collect data on employment figures, cookstove production rates, prefinance deals, and charcoal laws. I was rewarded for waking up early with compliments from the ever-smiling, ever-judgemental hotel staff, “Oh, now you are a good worker! Wake up early! No more lazy sleepy!” but they’re right — life starts at dawn in the tropics. Even in the summer, the sun sets at 6:30 pm. Took a tuk-tuk into the heart of Phnom Penh and just watched the city wake up — sticky rice vendors, the motorino commute, a few smatterings of old people doing tai chi, and the bold orange monks making their begging rounds. It was beautiful, and I got my second wind on this travel run.

Getting into the swing of Phnom Penh.

I pulled a fourteen hour workday today, which is what happens when you only have six days left to collect data on employment figures, cookstove production rates, prefinance deals, and charcoal laws.

I was rewarded for waking up early with compliments from the ever-smiling, ever-judgemental hotel staff, “Oh, now you are a good worker! Wake up early! No more lazy sleepy!” but they’re right — life starts at dawn in the tropics. Even in the summer, the sun sets at 6:30 pm.

Took a tuk-tuk into the heart of Phnom Penh and just watched the city wake up — sticky rice vendors, the motorino commute, a few smatterings of old people doing tai chi, and the bold orange monks making their begging rounds. It was beautiful, and I got my second wind on this travel run.

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