Saigon, Ho!

Journey North

Noodles...

Noodles...

An Australian...

Reading about Dengue fever. I had it, and apparently have no fond memories.

Sewing a camera bag amid the rubble and ruin of dinner and tea.

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Tea

Our bunks at the Okay Guesthouse in Phnom Penh

We ate lunch here, and the woman in stripes said that the woman in pink "ruvved me". She made great noodles, if it wasn't for Sean, I'd be writing this post in a small Cambodian noodle shop, stuffed after a wedding feast.

Enchanted!

I think we had just finished watching

"Enchanted". Sean must be dreaming of Love's first kiss. Unfortunately, we were in the same bed that night.

Bodacious Sandal tan.

"Gee Whillickers, noodles for dinner?!!"

Planning the route.

A cow, some men. The cow is grazing. The men

are working. Pretty typical.

We stopped here to ask for directions.

This is Broem, the woman Sean's dad is

connected with through a micro financing

organization. Finding her was the sole purpose

of our 70 km stint North of the city. We

somehow managed to find her aided only by one

grainy photo and her name. Sean is happily

surprised. Neither of us expected to find her.

Broem's Family and half the village

The tantalizing topaz of a Cambodian sky. Tres pretty.

He became unsure.

Stoically surveying.

This was a really terrible crash on our way

from Udong (40 km North of Phnom Penh) back

into the city. According to one of the guys

behind the truck, six people were killed. It

made me pretty glad we had decided against

traveling via motorbike.

Phnom Penh intersection. Note the nonchalant blue-shirted pedestrian, seemingly oblivious to the raging traffic.

A view from the Capitol Guesthouse

Pictures from Japan