In most holiday destinations, you practically have to do hurdles to avoid tacky souvenir shops. Bintang tank tops in Bali, Snake infused Tequila in Cancun, imposter Yankee hats in Manhattan – we’ve all made regrettable souvenir choices at some point in our lives. Things that usually get forgotten, until you happen upon them when you’re packing for a move.
Touching down for the first time in most Asian cities has proven to be sensory overload for my quiet existence.
This is my third flight to Australia. That nearly makes me a pro at long-haul flights. A trip to Sydney from NYC will set you back 22 hours. That travel time is cringe-worthy for many people.
Kampot, where we based ourselves is a strange little town. Or so it seemed when we arrived just after midday. The sun was hot, the streets were quiet-ish, and the atmosphere was hard to establish. But the draw here was the quaint riverside and the promise of the best Crab feast of my life.
We stayed at Rikki Tikki Tavi.
Take me to the beach! Adam’s a pretty clever guy. He knows that if he’s going to take this introvert flashpacking – there needs to be some peace and quiet at the end to recharge batteries.
Siem Reap is teeming with tourists. It’s hard to gauge the disposition of the life here withOUT being a major tourist destination. This city is the gateway for temple adventures.
Battambang is a town just on the cusp of development, you can feel growth in the air. It’s located between (with a slight detour) the city life of Phnom Penh and the sights of Siem Reap. It’s a quaint country town, that for us, was simply an overnight stopover.