Just out of the airport in Phnom Penh, Cambodia.
Writing taken from my journal September 16th, on top of a roof somewhere in Siem Reap, Cambodia:
I hear chanting from the nearby temple, children's voices, xylophones, and light drumming that seems to be a never-ending movie soundtrack to life here in Cambodia. There are birds chirping and motor sounds from tuk-tuks (a carriage pulled by a motorbike) motorbikes, and small cars.
I see blue sky above me, green hills in the distance,