Greenery reclaims the 800 year old corridors of remote Beng Mealea, a highlight of the Angkor complex and the last temple we visited in Cambodia…
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…Will explores Beng Mealea…
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A young girl watches a multicoloured melange of fishing vessels off the coasts of Mui Ne.
…as another woman navigates the same fleet in a basket.
While hiking the hills around Mui Ne we stumbled across a band of army recruits on a picnic, drinking homebrewed jungle juice and frying up some just-caught frogs on their makeshift barbecue. We were invited to try.
A monk in orange. He was sitting on a bench that, incidentally, was marked “Calgary, Canada”.
My mum and I. Photo credit Will van Engen.
Sighted on the streets of Saigon…
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…a backalley sign, sliced in half by a newer building, marking a French colonial-era hospital…
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…the driver of a moto — motorcycle taxi — sleeps between customers.
Farms in the hills around Dalat, an agricultural hotbed in the cool Vietnamese highlands.
Elephants.
Elephant secrets.
Tools of capitivity.
Pitting live crickets against each other in a duel to the death.
Will sandsurfs at Mui Ne. We spent the better part of a morning riding the dunes and honing our skills.
A kid — one of a troupe that adopted us at the dunes — demonstrates the “stomach down” technique.
Swimming with the Nikon during a storm. I had a scare when the camera’s image review functionality seized up after taking on a little too much water but luckily it dried back to normal.
“It’s going to be too cold in Russia in January…”
….. why didn’t you smack me?
Dude, I so should have! I didn’t know you bailed ’cause it would be too cold… I thought it was because there’s no root beer in Russia!!
Oh there wasnt? Well forget that then.