Downtown Siem Reap at night. There's a bookshop somewhere along the stretch on the right, and no lack of variety for the choosy diner (namely me).
Streets in Siem Reap are many things more than just a simple sidewalk.
The wet section in the Old Market. Had to hold my nose to get this picture. See foreground.
Cycling on our last day in Cambodia, in out-of-town Siem Reap once more. Perfectly safe, even with the freewheeling habits of the local motorists, because nobody speeds. I am one of many riders without helmets, albeit on the cautious side.
A blast from the past - A family get-together in the evening in out-of-town Siem Reap, and marbles. One of my first few experimentations with black and white.
One of our favourite dining spots, because of the set meals which made dinner an economical affair. We believed ourselves to possess talismanic powers of being able to draw customers, as heralds of business and prosperity. (We were often the first of many.) This day was an aberration. Here I began my love affair with aglio olio, which was pasta stir-fried with chilli and garlic in olive oil.
Cambodia Commercial Bank. Landmine victim in the right place at the wrong time.
Downtown Siem Reap at night. There's a bookshop somewhere along the stretch on the right, and no lack of variety for the choosy diner (namely me).
Streets in Siem Reap are many things more than just a simple sidewalk.
The wet section in the Old Market. Had to hold my nose to get this picture. See foreground.
Cycling on our last day in Cambodia, in out-of-town Siem Reap once more. Perfectly safe, even with the freewheeling habits of the local motorists, because nobody speeds. I am one of many riders without helmets, albeit on the cautious side.
A blast from the past - A family get-together in the evening in out-of-town Siem Reap, and marbles. One of my first few experimentations with black and white.
One of our favourite dining spots, because of the set meals which made dinner an economical affair. We believed ourselves to possess talismanic powers of being able to draw customers, as heralds of business and prosperity. (We were often the first of many.) This day was an aberration. Here I began my love affair with aglio olio, which was pasta stir-fried with chilli and garlic in olive oil.
Cambodia Commercial Bank. Landmine victim in the right place at the wrong time. 
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