Well, today we have fallen four weeks and many thousand kilometers behind on our blogging responsibilities. Let’s pick up where we left off: Laos. After the beating we took from Cambodia, we were eager to leave that country and our anxieties behind. So as our plane swooped low over the Mekong and the city of Luang Prabang we forced ourselves to be cautiously optimistic about the next leg of our trip. We had our near death experience (apparently a must-have for any real traveler), now we could get down to the fun part of traveling.
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Perhaps the Universe decided we needed a little humility. Perhaps Shiva felt that we just didn’t have enough destruction in our lives. Whatever the motivations of fate or the gods, we found ourselves on a speedboat racing up the Tonle Bassac toward Phnom Penh and a very rough two weeks in Cambodia. The plan was to cut a swath through the country, from the abandoned French resort towns on the Gulf of Thailand to the broad, swampy expanse around Battambang and the temples of Angkor. For the most part we were able to stick to the plan, but we encountered more than our fair share of bumps in the road along the way.
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