Expect the Worst

We (my boss and I) had this trip canceled for several times the past two months. Last Monday night was a different story–we finally made it after the busiest schedule to mind. The truth is that (perhaps I’ve already said this a few times), I always expect the worst whenever I go to some places whether in my own country or abroad. This kind of thing which is lowering my standard has been my slogan for more than a decade of traveling. For instance, it took us six hours instead of four to get to our destination, we had to wait for the last passenger like an hour and a half so we could leave, we had stomach upset from the iced-coffee we bought, I couldn’t sleep the whole night, I think I just stayed in the dirties place on earth, and a lot more. We were there for an important things to look at–not a holiday.

Happy to say, when you don’t anticipate for the best (except to bear the agony), you will always find yourself surprised–again, like this trip. This was not my first here in fact. I have been in this town (Kampong Cham) a lot of times before, but only in passive travels. This chance around I had more than enough to enjoy and see how beautiful this town is–superb–I’m loving it. I was actually very surprised big time. My boss brought me in this town for a future project–so soon. And I had the feeling that he is going to move me there next year. I don’t mind. I love the place. I know what to expect. A piece of unsolicited advice, just try not to expect for the best every time you travel to avoid frustration. Well, it depends on you or where you really from. I have learned my own way. All in all, it was an amazing time in the end.