I contemplated not writing this post. Then I thought about why the The Killing Fields is actually open to the public, yes maybe it brings in tourists and generates revenue for the country, but it also keeps the memories alive of those affected my the Khmer Rouge, and to remind the world the effect such a group had on society in the 1970’s.
Passenger got it right with this one.
I’ve only been blogging for about four months now, but already I’ve noticed that blogs are showing the transparency that outlets such as Instagram seek to manipulate. With a strong interest in travel, it’s no surprise I see a lot of Instagram accounts showcasing idyllic, picture-perfect locations that are cropped, filtered and optimised to evoke the viewers jealousy; but that’s not what travel is about. Yes, a lot of my posts have images of stunning foreign environments, but if you read the words, you will see that everything isn’t hunky-dory all the time. Traveling is tough: bags are heavy, money dwindles, you share your living space with strangers and sometimes you just take it all out on your other half.
So for this post I thought I would share a funny (well it’s funny now, it wasn’t at the time) story, and possibly a good lesson learned.