Kampong Chhnang, Cambodia
I woke up to a knock on my door. "Hello? Sython waiting for you downstairs." A man called from outside the door. I quickly brushed my teeth and rushed downstairs to find him waiting in the lobby.
"Good morning! We'll have some breakfast and then head to the clay village." Sython announced while walking me to the door. We jumped in a Tuk Tuk and before we took off, Sython waved a street vendor with a tray of donuts on her head to come over. He spoke in Khmer as s...