Kratie, Cambodia
We awoke, at 5am, this morning to the rise and fall of a yammering monk (the kind with a shaved head, dressed in beautiful orange garb whose appearance belies a voice that could turn fairies to dust!) he lectured, chanted, welcomed the dawn and blessed the rain. Well, that's what I imagine he was doing... He could just as easily have been predicting the apocalypse or chastising me for not using enough repellant! (The bites on my ankles are huge) As a pit stop, (f...