City life at its rowdiest in Hanoi allowed me to make friends that shaped my life, while silent contemplation of its history brought me back down to earth.
For most of us, hesitant acceptance of the atrocities that the Khmer Rouge regime inflicted on its people is the closest we’ll ever get to comprehension.
On farmland near the small fishing town of Kampot, dusty paths ran poker straight around the edges of fields like grouting in between bright green bathroom tiles.