Siem Reap, Cambodia
You can feel the generosity of their spirits oozing ...
You can feel the generosity of their spirits oozing ...
Caravans of mules carrying supplies to the mountains are a regular distraction, as they are heralded by the musical bells they wear ...
Cool and crisp saltwater rolls onto the soft white sand pillowing at my bare feet ...
The low tide reduces the entire bay to a thin layer of water that beautifully reflects the dusk sky ...
Chattering monkeys swing effortlessly from tree to tree and crocodiles lie beside the path, rolling in the mud.
That night we feast on local Mekong cuisine and sleep under thick mosquito netting ...
That familiar orange glow peeking through the cracks of the shutters beckons me to rise ...
By this stage I am convinced I am going to the moon and I am ready for blast off!
Heavily scented spices waft through the air, giving the little town a sense of warmth
Floating through complete darkness with the sound of water lapping over rocks
The waves lapping on Ipanema’s sands ...
Swallows sing their final songs for the day whilst dancing about
We can’t help but be in awe of the abundance of beauty around us ...
Friends share tables with strangers and the restaurant buzzes with lively conversation ...