I have a disease.
This post could alternatively be named “Indiana Jones and the temple of sunburn, sweat, and sales-children.”
No words – all pictures. Many thousand words?
As I write this I’m back in Sihanoukville, land of beaches, beer, and tuk-tuk drivers disguised as vultures (or perhaps it’s the other way around).
I’ve been on Koh Rong for, I think, three days now. The island is amazing. There are supposed to be 20 beaches on the island and I’ve seen 3 of them. I could seriously stay here for the next month just to see the rest of them.
I have a confession to make. If you know me well this won’t be a surprise. I can’t sit still very well.
How to summarize Cambodia? Same Same But Different.