Going for a Ride on the Battambang Bamboo Train
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 ...
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A Day With Bun in Battambang
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...
This is What Cambodia Commands
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 Day With Our Tuk Tuk Driver in Siem Reap
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...
The Abandonment and Rediscovery of the Temples of Angkor
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...
Confronted with the Country’s Horrific Past at the Cambodian Killing Fields
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...
Don’t Take Me to the Guidebook’s Night Market in Phnom Penh
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...
Hello Cambodia! Traveling to Phnom Penh
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...