While we were searching the way to cross the tropical island of Koh Chang from one side to another, we come across this huge abandoned wreck. We do not miss the opportunity to take a ride inside the ship!
Step by step I climb the rusty stairs without any protection, hoping to reach the top as soon as possible.
Cambodia, National Park Bokor, top of the Mountain. I choke in the middle of the cold warmth of fog. I feel observed. Everywhere there are eyes, hiding behind the Rocky Mountain and awaiting…
Immersed in the Cambodia forest, I found myself exploring the remains of the ancient residence of King Sihanouk.
They only ate tapioca roots dipped in a bowl where they were minced and mixed with nuts, sugar and salt. This they eat every day until the point where they decided to open a restaurant near the iron triangle.
The end of one story and the beginning of another one.
The cloak, the flag and even the monk’s robe … all inside the closet of wonders!
In the middle of the forest of Vietnam this small blue wreck comes out, without a soul and with only one plant to hold its walls.
Suffering originates in the mind; The cessation of suffering originates in the mind.
Abandoned cottages that emerge like moles from the ground, without life and without a future.
