The day started innocently enough. I slept well, and felt ready to head out to our last day in the Angkor Thom District. I walked down the hall from our room towards the hotel restaurant, skipped down two stairs, and took a whiff of breakfast. It smelled good. Bacon, sausage, French baguettes, eggs, coffee … my favorites.
The day before, Mike, our team leader, had made the announcement that Craighton, one of the men serving as our logistics coordinator, would now be known as “His Excellency” or “Ambassador Craighton.” Craighton was responsible for being our “ambassador” and working one day ahead of us, traveling to the next district, meeting with people, government officials, and pastors there, and hand out tickets in preparation for the next day. I thought his new title was hilarious. Don’t get me wrong, we couldn’t have been effective without Craighton’s help, but whenever I heard “His Excellency” or “Ambassador,” I couldn’t stop from chuckling. Continue reading