I left Wellington in the middle of a good cool fog and intermittent blustery showers and I arrived in Phnom Penh to 34 degree heat that was broken down an hour or so later with a tropical rain storm.
Thankfully I got a few hours sleep on the plane and so I was able to get right out there to touch base with Callum to get a bit of a handle on what was going on. As expected there is a lot (a lot!). It was so nice to feel instantly useful and it is nice to feel needed. At the moment everything is all shiny and new and I'm excited but I know from my previous visits that week 2 is often the hardest, that's the time when I question my decision to be here, I question my ability to make a difference and my routine isn't quite sorted... Week 3 and 4 even out and after that I all feels 'normal'. This time I won't be going home after 3 months which will be different. It's an endurance race this time and so I'd better pace myself. Ironicly, just like an endurance race I'm (cover your ears mum) sweating like an individual.
Jobs for this week are (1) maintain fluid intake (2) shift into an apartment (3) sort my gym membership (4) reunite Frank jr. and Vic (5) find a good supply of coffee and a coffee plunger (6) casually draft 3 abstracts for presentation at an upcoming conference.
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