Wat Drone
In which we are so tiny you can’t see us. Read More …
Ah, the kingdom.
We spent six weeks in Cambodia, cavorting and lolloping through various towns. Once, we entered the mouth of the dragon, and another time we took a motorcycle ride up a misty mountain. Shortly after that we scaled a tower, and then we held a competition for monkeys.
There’s even some useful posts in the mix, like about how to cross the land borders at Phsar Prum from Thailand, and Prek Chak from Vietnam.
In which we are so tiny you can’t see us. Read More …
In which we do an awful lot. Read More …
In which I promise to tell a tale of murder and incest, but when it comes to the crunch I leave out the murder. Unless, of course, you consider the murder of a fish, ‘murder’. Fish-murder is a more socially acceptable form of murder than people-murder. Remember: it’s not genocide if you eat the bodies! Read More …
In which some girls take us into a cave. Read More …
In which we set the camera to ‘sepia’ mode. Read More …
In which we don’t have Ebola. Read More …
In which I show you my undies. Read More …
In which a woman calls her husband ugly, and we see a dead monk. Read More …
In which the King of Thailand believes in giant elephants. Read More …
In which Leng is helpful and Nga is impatient. Read More …