Tagged Culture Shock

Cambodia Travel Journal: Part 3 of 4

I was silent on our ride back to the hotel. Bob went for a swim while I was intensely focused on reading the digital version of the Chicago Tribune on my tablet.

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In that moment, I realized I had what you’d call “culture shock”. I was still so preoccupied with processing the previous days’ experiences that my ability to absorb new ones was shrinking. It made sense that I was growing irritated with people talking. I didn’t want any more input.

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The Trib was easy and familiar and demanded nothing of my diminished coping reserves.

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