Today we didn't have a chance to take pictures. It was market day. These kids put in a heroic effort to walk with mommy to the Orussey Market (that's the Russian market--I guess it used to be frequented by Russians), and they helped me lug around bags of rice, beans, milk, fruit, and veggies all the way out to the tuk-tuk drivers. It was hot, and stinky, and close, and sweaty in there, and Yoshi said he wanted to throw-up. The fish section probably did it to him.
This evening was our first trip to church in Cambodia. There's an English speaking 5pm mass at World Vision charity near the corner of Mao Tse Tung and Sihanouk Blvd. Ernest thought it was really interesting, and Tika said it felt like our church at home, but not as fancy, because the windows were ordinary windows, and the chairs were plastic. But the songs were the same, just with a guitar. We also noticed how many different kinds of people were in there. That was the first time we saw lots of African people since we got here. Also, there were Filipino and Vietnamese people, and some white people. The priest is an American with a southern accent. Pretty neat, huh?