The thatched hut of an ethnic minority farmer clings to the hillside of a cassava farm. This is Northeast Cambodia as it is today: the wild allure of virgin forrest replaced by a beauty more uniform, more cultivated, more agrarian.
Can you imagine the barbarism of walking into a house (or in this case, a church building) with your shoes on? When it’s my turn to discard my flip flops and climb the stairs, I always try to stick my shoes off to the side, or kind of hide them under the steps of the […]
She had gauges before gauges were cool…. It’s funny how gauges are cool in the States in certain subcultures. Here among the Tampuan, Kreung and Jarai hilltribes, they’re popular among the senior citizen crowd. No indigenous teenager in their right mind would get gauges; that’s would be the American equivalent of wearing pleated, cuffed blue […]