Lady Lightwave: A superhero's travel blog

I saw the monkey and he told me he wanted to be my friend.
It was the happiest day of my life. 
Such a nice monkey.

We chatted for awhile (please note that I am thrilled to be developing this animal speak talent...it's a very strange mixing, however, I think they must have come from my planet in a past life). And he gave me a tip-off about illegal loggers creeping in towards the beautiful Cardamom Mountains. So I flew to Koh KONG! A hardy border town with gunslinging Thai, abrasive Australians and sly Cambodians. Into the mountains I went and found the JOHN FEAR Dino Tractor-type Beast about to rip my new friend's village to pieces. With unprecedented stealth and sneakiness I swiped all their FUEL and left them immobilize. The fuel was left on the doorstep of some ECO WARRIORS with a note and a little map to help their fight. 
This freed me up to take a lovely nap in the clouds above the beautiful mangrove forests on the other side of the range.
MMMMMMMMMMM.
A lovely last sleep in Cambodia. 

In the morning I wandered aimlessly into THAILAND!
AND BOY, there were TREATS! Cakes and sweets and sticky sugary things everywhere- at every stall- clutched in every hand- the sugar is even wedged beneath the nails of the suave soldiers holding big AK's with even bigger smiles. Even the official stamping my passport was delivered a mountain of steaming yumminess at the time of my passing; the Thai love food! I have found my people! 
This part of my journey is already delicious. Onwards!

In Vietnam, they often refer to themselves in the 3rd person…so I asked myself a few days ago, what does Lady Lightwave NEED right now? The answer was clear. I was just getting over a flash flood of MALARIA… not even superheroes are protected against even the most basic human ailments of common cold. At least not from the very human-like planet I fell from. In fact, wherever I was born in that bursting expanse of the UNIVERSE (I like to think I was born with the IMPLOSION of a baby star from the gravity line of the watery planet Rarabrala because they have the most beautiful little stars- trillions of them that are warm to the touch and leave anyone born during the time of an implosion with an aura of sparkling moonset waters for that lifetime. I would like to have a sparkling moonset aura… and since I have never been to a SEER to know what color of aura I DO have I am not without hope that I could be from Rarabrala! However, the actual chances of that are about 1: 900000000000000000000.)
Like, I was saying, wherever I was born, the human-like species is not protected from such things as the common cold, malaria, or PINK EYE. The latter has actually been the worst. Had I not misplaced my RolliTimeFlex while I was out partying on Pub Street in Siem Reap, Cambodia I could have seen that I was indeed going to have a string of ailments hit me in the near future and washed my hands accordingly. FAIL.
So what does LLWave NEED with her malaria battled body and two TERRIBLE sticky pink eyes that make me look like I’m from The Planethatmustnotbenamed? The OCEAN!
THIS SKY WATER CHILD has been away from the seas for TOO LONG. And of course in my decision to leave this interior temple land, I trudge along doing things the slow human way because I simply do not know when I could run into my soulmate... And I highly doubt that I would cross pass with him mid-cloud…Unless of course he was painting the clouds…I hear there are brilliant artists from the planet Colourcalma that paint the clouds with absolutely brilliant scenes every day! But I am not on that planet. I am on EARTH! BEAUTIFUL CONTAGIOUS EARTH! Sooo instead I will ride the terribly slow buses with my sunnies on that shade the world with a golden glow, and hope that perhaps my curly-haired soft t-shirt artistic soulmate will also happen to be on that sleeper bus. FAIL. As usual. Epic fail this time because I got crammed into the very end seat in between 2 guys much too young for me and another rather weird guy that kept falling over on me as he dozed off…and so I went downstairs and slept on the floor with the baggage beside the hobbit toilet.
(I did wake up a couple times to go FLOAT amidst the clouds just in case someone from Colourcalma had miraculously arrived on Earth with day-glow paint.)
Eventually I arrived at an ungodly bright and early time at a guesthouse 2 blocks from the beaches of Sihanoukville. MMMMMMM! THE OCEAN! AT LAST!

One of the most wonderful random experiences I've STUMBLED upon. While I was completely distracted by a day glow butterfly I ended up teaching english for the first time EVER. and again and again. these kids were beautiful...but they need so much! if you want to help buy new books or help build another school please HOLLA BACK!

CHECK!!

Two amazing forces of energy unite somewhere in the realm of the Elephant Temple (for lack of its proper name). There is JOY and LOVE and I want nothing more than to stand with this joy and love allllll day long and pet this huge ancient wisened creature in the company of my amazing friend Jen. Note: I am 70% sure, optimistically speaking, that I tapped into the elephant's psyche and heard him say: FLY HIGH. Do not wait to express LOVE. ASSEMBLE a FORCE.  mrararararaBanana. 
This random speak is not unlike the verbal flair of my father's pet MACAW, Raucous. I do love random speak, we do well in each other's company-- and because these words rung so well with me of course I LISTENED!

Cows in the road. Motorcycles in the road. Little kids and babies and mothers and their mothers and fathers all- can you guess WHERE? Yup. In the road. In the 1 ½ lane stretch of (mostly) pavement that stretches from the Lao border to Siem Reap, CAMBODIA. 
This driver was not of 100% human race. I couldn’t place him exactly- but I believe he had an ancestor from the planet FASSERTRON- he showed all the signs::::: moody. QUIET. SILENT RATHER.  Constant use of oral fixations for distractions…aka gum or CIGARRETES.  Intense focus. And most of all INCREDIBLY FAST DRIVERS of any type of car, pod, bike, lolliator, etc… anything that has the potential to move, a Fassertron will drive it a MAX speed and do so PERFECTLY. -------This is when I knew he must be a mixed breed. Traditionally, when one is a passenger with Fassertrons you feel incredibly secure in their hands when going at lightning fast speeds- much like Dean in Kerouac’s on-the-road novel who reversed cars at high-speeds down mountaintops. Dean, perhaps was a Fassertron. But not this driver- he consistently initiated screams and shrieks and pleas to SLOW DOWN (particularly from the mini Sarah Palin in the middle row of the mini bus). HONKKKKKKKKKKKKK HOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNK ::repeat for 4 hours with nearly 30 people and 30 animals killed along the road in the meantime and our mini bus happens to arrive in Siem Reap without my need to rescue anyone. BUT MY HOLY GOD, that was stressful. I constantly had to look into my time-piece to the future as we raced along due to the most probable threat of smashing into a COW and hurling OFF THE ROAD with the whole lot of us white people. OH CAMBODIA, what to think of you yet??