Battambang bound boat ride The guy to my left here was the master mechanic who tried to fix the pump. He still had my knife. I noticed he was starting to pick at his feet. Then he reached into his pocket for my knife. Oh lord, he wants to attack his feet with my knife! I headed him off by saying and motioning, "Oh, yes, that's my knife. I'll take it, thanks." He looked disappointed and stared at his feet for a while. Then he got up the nerve to ask me again for the knife. Guh! I gave it to him. He promptly went to work on his minor surgery. I couldn't look. Later we passed the other boat that had left ahead of us that morning. They had run aground. We simply slipped passed them and miraculously did not run aground the entire trip! You are here...