July 17, 2014

letter to cambodia

Dear Cambodia,

Before we met, I wasn't sure what to expect. I didn't know what to make of you and to be honest, I had reservations. You scared me. A lot.
Thankfully my doubts weren't a match for the allure of your extraordinary temples and I found the courage to book the tickets and hop on the planes.

July 16, 2014

the why // for me

Finding energy and time (and reliable wifi) to post, while being constantly on the move, has been proven impossible! I am going to wait until I'm back in Toronto to write my stories.

Today is the 62nd day of my trek and I wanted to share the main reason of why I left the safety and comforts of home two months ago.

I had to go on this trip because I needed to know I could.

June 20, 2014

favourites // pushing boundaries to phnom chisor

Is this real? I think to myself. Is this actually happening right now?

I'm speeding down an unpaved highway in the Cambodian countryside without a helmet, at 60km, sitting behind "Sam" my motorbike driver, holding on for dear life with one hand and eating a fried banana that he gave to me with the other. All the while, dirt and dust being kicked up from passing vehicles is hitting me in the face.

When I look up the trees lining the road give way to clear blue skies full of fluffy white clouds. Aside from the aforementioned dust, the view is stunning. We pass makeshift gas stations, which just have 1litre glass fanta bottles full of petro. We pass homes, with children and livestock roaming freely. We pass the greenest fields and trees I have ever seen.

This is the kind of stuff I read about on travel blogs and watched on travel programming, now I'm freaking experiencing it in real life!

June 16, 2014

lady! lady! where you go?

"Why you no tuktuk?" a man calls out after me. I had just politely smiled said I wanted to walk, declining his offer for a ride, "Lady! Lady! Where you go?"

Since I arrived in Phnom Penh (above photo) on Friday, I must have been offered rides on various modes of transport close to 100 times now. This is to be expected when travelling in Southeast Asia.

Here in Phnom Penh, there are cyclos, tuktuks, motorbikes, and in a blue moon, the rare taxi, which does not have a meter of course. As a person of asian decent, I think I get asked less frequently than more visibly obvious foreigners. It comes in the form of hellos, honks of horns, charades of holding handlebars and revving, and questions of where you are going.