Amongst the Cow Manure
I am not a runner. My bestie from back in the States, now she’s a runner. Me, though? Not so much. But here in Cambodia, many of us have made a point to try and go on a few runs a week. These runs are not only a chance to explore the areas around where we live, but also to get away from some of the noise of living with twelve boys and droves of children who come for classes each day.
Earlier this week, I went on one of these runs. It was a rare occasion, running by myself to “the coconuts” (aka the...