When I was a kid, my mom tried to deter my sister and I from begging for carnival rides by telling us that they were built by drunk, lazy men who don’t like to ...
I didn’t get a good vibe from the man that the hotel designated as my tour guide. I didn’t like the way his eyes looked through mine, as if my head was transpar...
At home, I have the problem of talking too much. My words have a tendency to dominate conversations and oftentimes I’ll have an epiphany of embarrassment mid-se...
A crowd of tuk tuk drivers gathered around Collette, two newly befriended travelers, and me. Even though we already declared our loyalty to Lomrond, our tuk tuk...
Nobody really knows why the ancient temples of Angkor were abandoned.
Was it because the area was overthrown in an invasion? It would explain why the many of...
As if on cue, those who love Cambodia tend to unanimously cite the same reason as to why Cambodia makes your heart beat a little quicker: the People. Stereotypi...
In bold English, the words “NIGHT MARKET” hang from one of Phnom Penh’s most visited attraction. It doesn’t matter that most Khmers cannot speak -- let alone re...
I travel solo often, though it rarely ever feels that way. Usually, I brace myself for noisy hostel lounge rooms, short term friendships formed at bus stops, ro...
