keep on pushing….
my butt over the borderline. that's a song paraphrase used to relay two things. number one, i'm crossing into cambodia, number two there is no concept of queing in this region, so u're always being pushed along or pushed past. crossing the border is a hilariously "soup nazi" experience. i just kept my head down, proferred the required documents with two hands and shuffled along. right now i'm "on the border"….i've passed through vietnam border, but not yet through the cambodian one. fingers crossed. i can tell u this, u never feel confident that u're actually gonna make it onto your plane, bus or border. u feel like u'll probably make it, but u're never as confident as u'd like to be. : )
