Siem Reap, Cambodia – The Many Faces of Bayon
The skies opened, thunder cracked, and the many faces of Bayon watched as we scurried into an alcove to avoid getting soaked to the skin.…
The skies opened, thunder cracked, and the many faces of Bayon watched as we scurried into an alcove to avoid getting soaked to the skin.…
“Bloody hell, that tree is massive,” she said as we turned the corner and got our first look at the hulking silk cotton tree enveloping the ruins…
Who goes to Angkor Wat to see the sunrise and then misses the sunrise? Well, that would be me, but despite my poor sense of…
I love it when the calendar turns over, despite the fact that I’ll continue to write “2016” down for the next 2-19 weeks until “2017”…