We are somewhere between Bangkok and Poipet, Thailand. A place where the the highway runs on for miles, where the dirt from the road running parallel is a deep reddish brown. Alongside the road are men and women, their faces covered with scarves to keep out the dust that sits heavily in the air. Our van weaves between other vehicles urgently. We all seem to have drifted off into our own daydreams, we sit quietly. Jam has fallen asleep, his head rests upon my backpack. My eyes feel heavy, exhausted from all the recent travel. Bangkok tires one out, the city never seems to rest... Constant chatter, moving about, the heat. I find comfort in sitting here, on the brink of a nap.
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