This isn’t a metaphor. I am actually writing about a hole in the road. I don’t know how it started…..did a big truck go over the road at the wrong time and create the hole? I really am unsure… day the hole wasn’t there, the next day it was. For a few days I drove around the hole on the way to work, not really bothered with the fact that it could be quit easy to fall into it (it took up half of the road and was very deep.

Then one day, the repairs started. However, the repairs started in rainy season, so when they made the hole larger to start their work on it (I do not understand the logistics, so I can’t go into great detail), the big hole filled up with water. Boy, did that put the repairs back! The hole eventually took up the width of the road, and the only way around it was by taking a sharp turn and driving through a wood shop. The problem with doing that is it was such a busy detour, and people didn’t honk on the way around the sharp corner, that accidents were bound to happen. So, I started taking a long way to work, increasing my travel time by eight minutes.

Almost six months later and the hole was finally fixed and I was able to get to work more quickly. However, during the time that the hole was being fixed, about 100m further down the road, a new hole was being created. Well, not a hole…..but the side of the road was breaking off and only about 3/4 of the road was useable. So, two days after the hole was finally fixed, work started on the new hole…making it the width of the road and impossible to get around.

On the first day I followed villagers on their motorbikes through a field to get around it….but that route turned out to be quite dangerous (and I value my life), so I turned back and tried to find another way. I got lost on the other way, and in the end it took me 40 minutes to get to work. On the way homeI tried a different way and got lost again, but now I have the route down packed and can get to work in 23 minutes if no cows get in the way.

I don’t know how long it will take to fix the hole. If they take their time and do the job right, I am fine with that. However, as the past has shown me in Cambodia, whether they take a short amount of time or a long amount of time, the road usually breaks again within weeks or months. Such is life.

p.s the photo at the top was taken three and a half years ago around Old Market in Siem Reap. I never took photos of the holes I am talking about, but take my word for it, they were BIG!