I have been sitting on this post for a very long time ago, because I have not been able to actually properly process the information I wanted to write. If you rather here me talk about it, check out the video here.
They ate my dog.
That is the phrase that has been resonating in my head ever since I went back to Cambodia the second time. Tide, the puppy we had bonded with the previous time, the puppy which guarded the dive shop and followed us into the ocean, was dead.