Final thoughts...


I loved riding the rickshaw, wind in our hair; I loved exploring the ancient crevices, full of shadows and light.  I loved the awe of history and the grandeur of size.  I loved the vibrancy of gold saffron robes and the beauty of a fresh lotus pod.

Details...



The animals of Angkor Wat...


Acacia had a dream that she would ride a horse at the ruins.  Dream realized...

Sorry, gone again...

In a boat or on a beach, camping on an island in Canada. At the end of August I'll catch up..,