For the first time in this entire trip – I actually know where I will be for the next 9 days.
For the first time in this entire trip – I actually know where I will be for the next 9 days.
I could be in SoHo, Berkley, or hell – even Paris itself. I’m not. I’m in the northern part of Thailand in a small town called Pai, and it’s fantastic.
In Chiang Mai I was able to go through the full range of backpacker experiences: Great food, the smell of raw sewage, shoddy plumbing, and an inviting city that appears to be one-part Thai and two-parts Mediterranean.
My arrival into Bangkok began with something I once considered unfathomable – a Starbucks without free WiFi.
In the last 2 days I’ve covered roughly 700 miles by bus and train.
In addition to my ‘fancy’ camera, I find myself using my iPhone to take many spontaneous pictures throughout my travels. The following is a collection of pictures and accompanying stories about Cambodia – seen through the lens of my iPhone.
One of the greatest things about traveling without a plan is that you’ll find yourself in places you never expected to be.
I have a disease.
This post could alternatively be named “Indiana Jones and the temple of sunburn, sweat, and sales-children.”
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).