A very long catch-up post about our last couple of weeks in Cambodia, and five days in Singapore
In which we do an awful lot. 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 we meet lots of wonderful people, and convince them to tell us their names and let us take photos of them. Read More …
In which some girls take us into a cave. Read More …
In which a woman calls her husband ugly, and we see a dead monk. Read More …
In which we hitchhike, cram ourselves onto a motorbike, and get a little bit shafted at the border. Read More …
In which you can look at many pictures that don’t relate to each other. Read More …
In which I do not become enlightened. Read More …
In which we use roselle wine for the topping. Read More …
In which we almost become hippies. Read More …