Sunday 10/2. With only 2000 riels (USD $0.50) left in my pockets, I fought starvation on the bus ride back to Phnom Penh. We arrived a little after noon time at the posh Sisowath Quay, where I withdrew some loot from the ANZ Royal Bank, the only bank in Cambodia that I trust. I ate well that day.

This second trip will not serve as my last to Angkor. Surely, I hope to visit again in the coming months. What I look forward most on my third trip is visiting a small temple that bears my name. Really, no joke. If my name is unique as it is, it was a pleasant surprise to make the discovery on the map. I wonder what the history behind Prasat Patri is. Does anyone know?

It’s another farewell for now, but do visit my blog regularly as I have resume my writings. In the coming days, I will share my thoughts on the current political tension that has engulfed Phnom Penh, the big craze for Cambodia's first "internationally standard" blockbuster film, The Crocodile (I saw it twice, back-to-back), and other random musings of Khmer society.

Do write back, as I love receiving your e-mails and thoughts about the content.

And lastly, to those inquiring minds out there. Mother knows all but this time her assumption is wrong. The baby boy of the family has not found love in Cambodia, even though already seven weeks into my stay, I have been proposed three times by three different families.

And on that note, I say my peace and blessings.

Samma samputhoe.