“You want some?” asks the woman standing next to me. She’s talking to the bartender, who doesn’t answer her. Doesn’t need to. The answer is always yes. As she reaches over the bar to hand him a lit joint thicker… Read More ›
In the winter of his life, a philandering Aussie doesn’t mind getting gout in his you-know-what.
“In here not lonely, only sexy happy lady”. “No lonely here, happy”. Brightly-lit signs up and down our street in Phnom Penh heralded the joyful and gregarious nature of the bars (and ladies in the bars) underneath them.
By day Siem Reap’s muddy, uneven streets are a web of fascinating intersections.
At Bakong in Cambodia, two young Khmer girls run toward the ancient temple, whose skyline amid the trees blends into a horizon that’s part natural, part manmade.