9/22/2023 - 2 minute read
The road to Battambang is unremarkable. It is paved with faded asphalt, which is covered in a thin layer of rust-colored dirt. Deprived of the usual August monsoons, the dirt is dry, and hot to the touch. As the open back of the truck bumps along the road, dust kicks up and burns my nose. Fourteen of us are packed tightly, limbs cramped and squished by our backpacks. The journey will be three hours long, someone says. None of us know what to expect.
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