September 16: Chicago, Illinois

Jan, Tony, and I are in the international terminal at O’Hare. It’s a sad little place, especially compared with the vibrancy and bustle of the main terminal. There’s a McDonald’s here and a frozen yogurt shop. So much for breakfast food options. Still, a sausage McMuffin with egg will be the last food I can can be sure of for the next two weeks, so I’ll just enjoy it. The Korean Air ticket booth doesn’t open until 9:00 a.m., so we’re just killing time. Three hours down on the journey to Phnom Penh, 25 to go.