There is always a suitcase or two around my place that is ready to be flown somewhere.  I think I’ve caught the travel bug.

From my short stay in Cambodia, a kingdom of truly kind people trying to piece their lives together post war.

“In the secular West, where nothing is sacred, everything seems hidden; yet in Asia, where nothing is hidden, everything is sacred.“  —Steve McCurry

Airing laundry and a chess match on the temple grounds.

On the left, a little boy sits alone at an ancient Wat while his mother attempts to sell merchandise to tourists.  On the right, a 15 year old Khmer girl who’s given already 10 years of her life to raise her growing family, and recently, her newborn brother.  She is one among hundreds of desperate children who rely on selling souvenirs to tourists to survive.  Everyday, she is dropped off at the high-traffic Angkor Wat to sell handmade bracelets and origami to tourists from around the world, taking only one water and food break throughout a 10+ hour workday causing a severe stunt in growth.  Over the years, she has picked up conversational Italian, Spanish, French, Chinese, and American English.  Her self integrity made her stand out among her comrades.

Western drinks in an Eastern land.

Life and leisure must go on…

We brought loose tea with us to brew on the road.  Probably the only taste of home aside from our own company.

Replenishing coconut juice gracing our every meal…