good to know

i lived out of that backpack for three months.

cambodians eat crunchy fried tarantulas and are very skilled at transporting anything and everything via scooter.  and fyi, these chickens were fresh (ie, alive).

i cannot drive a scooter without crashing.

in vietnam, a morning butcher shop on the corner turned into a fantastic lunch spot.  Pho.

on kho san road in bangkok, a bucket of ice is served alongside a bottle of thai wiskey and your mix of choice.  i have a lovely brother who can attest to the lovely hangover these impart.

in the end all you have are memories.  make good ones.

xo