Moira on the road

I set foot in Cambodia on Easter night. It was hot, and humid, and somehow smelled sweet. A little man with a smile and my name on a rugged paper took me to his taxi, and we went to the hotel.

Like every time I arrive into a new country, it takes me some time to go out, I need to be ready first. So I waited, and the morning after was surprised at seeing a monk in his orange vest and a yellow umbrella walk by while I was having breakfast. Now I see that monk almost every day, with the same yellow umbrella. Welcome to Cambodia.