It's Sunday morning, I am in the restaurant having cafe waiting for Saveun to pick me up. He is always late, I know this, so I have another cup. No hurry. We make a few stops in town to pick up printer paper and shovels. The car won't start. Savon opens the hood and jiggles the battery cables around, and the car starts. We arrive at the Transformation Center and the Sunday service has already started. There is lots of singing and bible reading, then Pastor Timothy gives a rousing talk. I don't understand any of it, but I know the jist of it. Pastor Timothy wants me to say a few words, so I give a short testimony. The new keyboard I brought is much appreciated and the musicians love it. They make it sound Asian somehow.
The boys out back have begun to dig for the foundation. There are remnants of older foundations and concrete about a foot down and the water table is very high right now. It's a muddy job.
After lunch I took a walk down to the river to watch the boat races. Too early and the wrong river. I watched the races later on TV. This grasshopper was blocking the sidewalk on the way back to the hotel.
Tomorrow the rest of the team should be here and I hope to have some concete in place.
The only guy with a beard in Cambodia
matt
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