Mean Chey

The ship pulled into the village Mean Chey last Sunday. I am driving the truck now from one village to another. Usually, someone has a moto that I am following, but no one brought theirs from the city, so Piseth rode with me. We had to cross a ferry and travel through some beautiful rice fields has we went. I would have gotten some pictures, but my hands were glued to the steering wheel. I am getting more confident, but with all that can show up on the roads, you can never get too relaxed.