Brenna Decker '10 | January 27, 2016
Oh, my God, I’m going to die. Terrified, the thought loops through my mind as the impossibly green leaves of the Cambodian jungle go whipping by. I should have bought the extra travel insurance; my policy definitely doesn’t cover this. As though the words printed on a flimsy plastic card in my money belt meant anything here, nearly two hours by tuk-tuk from the nearest paved road. How on earth did I get here?
When I was in third grade, I came across a dog-eared paperback describing the hidden jungle temples of Angkor Wat. The vine-covered ruins came tantalizingly alive in my imagination, and with childlike certainty I decided I was going to see them someday. Nearly 20 years later, having finally amassed enough vacation time to make the trip possible, I convinced my friend Andrew to come along and picked a departure date.