I resume blogging and arrive in Cambodia

After a giant flight from New York to Phnom Penh, I have arrived in Asia. It is warm and sticky outside. The interior of the airport is modern and sleek, but the arrival area is mobbed and dirty..

The "developing world" is a little scary in the dark, particularly for one's first arrival.

There are scores of motorbike riders in the streets, each with single headlight. Lanterns moving in the darkness. Bicycle riders, too.

I sit in an air-conditioned taxi as we slowly work our way through the street. Little shops sit on the sides of the road, fluorescently lit with sweating attendants. Food carts are drawn around, their owners returning at the end of the work day. Streetwalking women move quietly, but with attention.

I have arrived.