a couple of posts on Cambodia

After landing in Bangkok, we scurried through the rain, across the runway to a small propeller driven plane, with a tacky, orange and green, tropical decal. Through the large drops of rain hitting the window and the greenish-blue clouds that we came in and out of, all that could be seen below were palm trees and rice paddies. As sunlight grew weary of trying to push through the clouds and give in to the night, I began to see small villages below. … Read More

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By the time we got through the front doors of the airport it was dark. The tropical air was still thick and muggy. The guest house we booked online arranged for a driver to pick us up. We scanned the row of drivers standing outside until we found the one holding a sign with Josette's name on it, then followed him to the car and got in. No … Read More

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