Cambodian Eye Mission – December 2017
By Tina Parmar
Dawn broke over the shattered soviet-style glumness that was downtown Phnom Penh and with some trepidation I made my way down for breakfast. This was at 7:30am, which as all who know me would attest to was the middle of the night on the Tina sleep cycle. On top of this breakfast was chicken fried rice. Fried rice! Only in Asia would rice be eaten for breakfast I mused, as I looked down on the sticky mess in front of me (was actually delicious). Would I succumb to the Cambodian version of Delhi belly? Would I spend my time getting to grips with Phnom Penh plumbing?