Here it actually is, the day of the last times. For the last time, the morning meal in front of the pool, the last morning conversation with the young lady at the reception (“When do you come back to Cambodia?”), the last pickup in front of the hotel, the last time taking a seat on the bus, the last wave of that in the morning...
Tonle Sap Lake – The dull roaring of the Engines
Holidays aren't what they used to be either. One might get the impression from the increasing number of early rises. I don't know how many times I have to get up before six o'clock because either the train, the bus, the tuk-tuk or some other emergency requires it. However, you get used to it, and above all,...