I think i may have lost my photos from cambodia.
All i can find are these on the memory card id used in my first couple of hours in phnom penh, before it mysteriously stalled and i had to switch to another card.
And this is something i do need to revisit-
Especially after i waved the white flag 7 days in, half-drained from food poisoning, and wobbly-legged. I’d been weak from each reminder of its recent history, each street with its strange child/old-man-tourist partnerships, each failed road and struggling tuktuks and their drivers, a rare flash of orange robe, every USD over the riel, when rain is a flood imminent, and when their smiles gleam both knowingly and heavy.