Cambodia: A series of unfortunate events
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.
