“Cambodia had given me so much. In Phnom Penh, I had lived through intensity and exaltation I had never before known. Now that the dream was ending, I had no moral choice but to share its fate. I had a visa. I even had an old Air Cambodge ticket. If there was a plane, I had to be on it; otherwise I could never look comfortably in a shaving mirror again. I knew I would always be haunted by that cowardice. There was a plane. And I was on it.”

Jon Swain, River of Time