A rollercoster ride that never ends

Woke up to the sound of a jackhammer at the end of my bed. grrr. quickly got ready to make it to work in time to make a skype call before work starts. Then i'm off to find a tuk tuk. Frustration hits. The sense of helplessness is overwhelming . The language barrier is second only to the culture barrier. The two go hand in hand, especially with Cambodians. The lack of grammar in their own language makes their well-meaning attempts at English frustratingly meager. They use so many words, to say so little. An explanation takes three times as long as it should, and in the end you're not even sure what answer you got. You try to explain something to them, and their polite smiling manner let you believe that you are getting through, when in fact maybe one or two words has actually made sense to them. Their giggling can be so sweet at times, but then you have the insecure giggle of someone who does not have a clue... And someone who once considered herself culturally sensitive and understanding wants to scream at them and tear her own hair out. DO YOU OR DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ME!!!!!!!!!! Because of the lack of understanding takes me 40 mins longer to get to work than it should and i miss my window for a skype call.

but then i'm at work. internet. responsibility. satisfaction with my time spent here. After work i leave for a restaurant and find a tuk tuk driver that knows exactly where to go2 times in one night, the satisfaction is unreal. And my positive feelings towards this country returns and leaves me calm again.