Riding the Bamboo Train in Cambodia

On my third run I am getting the hang of things, taking cues from the pig next to me to see how far he leans into the turns while ducking in time to avoid the lower tree branches. After swallowing several bugs I pull up my bandana and give up trying to keep my sunglasses free of road kill. It is 120 degrees, I am soaking wet, and having the time of my life.