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Biggest basket, really more just a building though| Photo by Lauren Girardin Miss us? Blame some intense family time, the social insanity that is San Francisco in August, and the pressure of of searching for a job during a recession…
Call me “Pineapple”
Bayon temple at Angkor, Cambodia| Art by Todd Berman Hi Ben and Brigitte – Thank you for hosting us in Paris. We can’t wait to come back and eat more “saucisse la pine” with you. Here’s a postcard in thanks….
To destroy you is no loss
Skulls at Choeung Ek Killing Fields | Photo by Lauren Girardin I’m waiting for Todd outside the lobby of our guesthouse – the lobby also being the living-dining-sleeping room for the five-person family who runs this place. Ignoring the touts…
Under the watchful eyes of Jedi communists
Fresh and freaky pork | Photo by Lauren Girardin Whether you’re an Axe-saturated teen on a date or a developing Northern Cambodian river town, first impressions matter. Seeing that Todd and I have arrived in Kratie, Cambodia after several days…
Worth a thousand words
Laos is no paradise when it comes to getting bandwidth, back up drives, and camera cards. So, when our digital storage ran out somewhere on the road from Laos to Cambodia, it was a complex dance to clear space for…
Rat soup
Mekong River, Laos | Art by Todd Berman As Todd and I set off this morning on a tour of the Buddhist caves near Tha Khek, the tour agent asked what we wanted for lunch so he could tell our…
Ain’t no party like an island party
Todd at our $3 a night bungalow on Don Det | Photo by Lauren Girardin As Todd and I swing in our hammocks on the deck of our tiny river-side bungalow on Don Det island*, we see several unusually burdened…
On a chicken wing and a prayer
Caught in the act | Photo by Lauren Girardin At some point, I deleted photos from a memory card, thinking I had transferred them to our laptop. Well, I was wrong. All the photos that would have gone along with…
Aw, C’maaawhn!
I <3 the Buddha | Photo by Lauren Girardin “So, you guys feel also a little too old for Vang Vieng?” This question comes from one of the few guys our age that Todd and I have seen while tubing…

An angel and devil on our shoulders
It probably wouldn’t have occurred to us to go to Vang Vieng, Laos if Liz – a traveler that Todd and I met back on our tigerless safari in Ranthambore, India – hadn’t posted a Facebook status update that said,…