I love biking everywhere. And it's not just tourists--Cambodians bike, too. Although they put multiple people on a bicycle, on the theory that: (number of wheels) x 2.5 = maximum capacity of vehicle.
Calves are ridiculous looking and induce smiling. Water buffalo are funny, too.
We've been here 10 or 11 days, mostly going about the business of life... sleeping, eating, thinking, wandering. Not a lot of sightseeing or vacation type activities. Just living. And in the process of everyday life, we got to know a few people. It's reassuring and pleasant to recognize the same face every day. We've eaten pretty much every meal in one of two restaurants.
And last, but certainly not least, is my friend that I greet every evening:
"Fat Frog," or as I like to say, "FAT FROG!!!" hangs out on the first floor of my guesthouse. He stands next to a column of ants and snatches one after another, hoovering up the entire colony. He's actually not that fat, but when he sees me, he puffs up. Haha, I'm giggling just looking at his picture.
This are the little things that make me feel at home. Silly routines, recognizing faces, noticing little details... life on the road is just like life at home. Same same... but different.