This afternoon I took jirra for a walk and I found a little dead end lane past some houses that led to a wall overlooking some lotus ponds. On the way down the laneway I passed some men drinking beer and I said hello and wished them luck in Khmer. They laughed and I heard them comment on my Khmer . On the way back ,in perfect English ,they invited me and jirra to join them. The breeze blew, the conversation flowed in both dialects and one hour, several beers and a few new friends later and I am remembering why I love it here. The simplest things in Cambodia are just the best .