Dan has been looking at his pictures over the last several weeks and saying how we have “a lifetime of amazing pictures.” Now, admittedly, Dan’s camera is better than mine, and I’ve been busy — booking bus tickets, doing laundry, knocking ants off the bed, reading, squatting over toilets, packing, unpacking…I don’t know — but it wasn’t until today that I had a chance to look through my last six weeks of pictures, and OMG. Some of my absolute favorites are below, and links to some of the galleries are below that.
BEST DUCK EVER (Peking variety)
Selfies at the Great Wall.
An AMAZING home-cooked autumn festival dinner.
Autumn Festival celebrations in Hong Kong.
Hong Kong skyline.
View from Dragon’s Back in Hong Kong.
Our teenage English class in Hanoi, Vietnam.
Motorbike Tour in Hoi An.
View of the river from our guesthouse in Hoi An.
Pho, ‘nough said.
Replica of the tank that stormed what is now, “Reunification Palace” in what is now Ho Chi Minh City.
“Corruption. There is no corruption in Cambodia, none at all! The country, like all of its neighbours, is commission based, that’s why it’s so easy to do things here, everybody will help you because they earn a small fee for their effort.
Commission. Please refer to corruption.”
Waterfall outside of Siem Reap
Roof top in Siem Reap.
Kampot Pepper Crab!
Tuk Tuk ride with our luggage from the bus stop to our hotel in Phnom Penh
Slept under a mosquito net and through blackouts and woke up to the rooster under our bungalow. Learned a new sport (paddleboarding) and a new drink (a Ricard).
Really enjoyed our time at GreenHouse. I once heard it described as “just like a bungalow over the sea on an island, without the sea or the island.” Couldn’t agree more. But, great river views and breezes, and better French food and cappuccinos than most islands I’ve been to.
One night bus over bumpy dirt roads with a bathroom that can only be described as sloshy, one day bus, two tuk tuks, (including one from which my bag fell into a puddle of mud,) and we have arrived in Kampot, Cambodia.
Our bungalow has the first provided mosquito net of the trip.
Update: Dan says that the bathroom on the night bus would be better described as a surrealist mountain of sloshiness with only rusted nails to brace yourself against. He’s right.
Our tuk tuk driver pulled over at a local fishing spot. So we could watch people fishing. It was cool to watch the nets flying through the air. I got lucky enough with my timing to have google #autoawesome a couple photos together.
We saw a lot of locals out fishing on a Tuesday but were told there aren’t many fish left in the river. We saw some small catches, but nothing big and not much was being caught. Sort of seemed the same in Vietnam where most of the rivers had been over fished as well.