Dave and Jen For Oxfam

In a previous post I mentioned that I promised Jen I wouldn’t use that terrible play on words in a post, and here it runs as the post title itself. It’s a terrible instance of terrible word play to reflect the terrible weather. There is a storm warning on the Bureau Of Meteorology website and the rain continues to simply fall from the sky. There’s no point describing it as bucketing as there is no bucket large enough to hold this much rain and no time for it to sit around waiting for buckets. It’s simply falling straight on our heads. Or would, if we were riding right now. Instead, we’re in a gym typical of an apartment block. It looks something between a set from Fallout 3 and a retirement home for gym equipment rescued from the Taliban. A map of Cambodia is temporarily covering up a cheery sign instructing us at length in all the things we cannot do in the gym, with a the end of a pleasant “prohibited” poking out somewhere below Sihanoukville.

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One month left until we leave. We find ourselves sitting around a coffee table drinking Fairtrade tea, reading the Lonely Planet guides to Cambodia and tidying up a pile of notepad notes, text files on laptops and talking at a great pace. The previous week has been both a challenge and exciting and the next four weeks are going to be an extension of that. In more ways than we probably know.

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