I'm a little disappointed in myself for the way I treated Cambodia. It was slightly frightening. I was offered drugs more times than I can count.
"Excuse me? Want to smoke? Opium?"
But it was also beautiful. In a very sad way. I don't really know what to make of it.
The temples were amazing, but they were temples. I feel like I've been traveling for so long now that it takes something outrageous to awe me. And that, by itself, is depressing.
I arrived in Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon to everyone who lives here) today for one night before I exploring the beaches of Vietnam. I'll finally get that tan I've been craving and have the opportunity to just chill out (as if I haven't been doing that...).
So far the most amazing thing about Vietnam is the motorcycles. Really vespa-style scooters. But they are EVERYWHERE in very large numbers. Oh, and they really do wear those conical hats all the time.
