We didn’t even shake hands. Usually I blame that interaction for my forgetfulness of the name I was supposed to remember after I asked for it. Admittedly, Chinese names are harder to remember and as I asked with the camera running, I could even rewatch her answer. But not knowing her name – I think […]
Muted tones of guitar play whisper their way through the thin hostel room walls. Camera in hand, I make my way to the balcony where I find a Chinese girl, practising her guitar skills. Her song will linger in my head to this very day in Siem Reap, where I finish traveling through Cambodia.