Good luck! Forever.

Most people simply yell "hello! hello!" at us as we ride, but occasionally someone on a motorbike will slow to our speed and have a little conversation.

A few days ago, a young man named Din drove with me for some time. He was eager to practice his English, and I was impressed by his ambitiousness and was happy to oblige. Riding along the rural road, the elephant mountains in view to the west, he asked me questions about America. He dreamily said he wanted to travel the world. "How many people live in your country?" "How many mountains are in your country?" "How many seasons are in your country?" I relished explaining about winter, happy that I was  not in it.

He bought me a glass of cold sugar cane juice on the roadside; Mrs. Sugarcane drove the sugar cane stalks through a grinder, and poured the light green liquid over ice for me. Din parted ways on his motorbike, wishing me: "Good luck. Forever!"

Today, an older man with glasses (how rare to see a pair of spectacles here!) on a motorbike, slowed and asked me, "where you go?" 

"Siem Reap," I said.  Then he asked me something I didn't hear properly, so I offered what I thought might be an appropriate response, "yes by bike!" I said.

He looked a little surprised, "Ok bye-bye!" he said, and quickly zoomed off.

By bike.....bye bye. 

Hahaha ooops.