The mysterious Buddhist Monks Well aligned in a slow walking row, the orange procession of the Buddhist monks is coming down the street. It is 5am, the sun shines and the city is already awake. The backfiring tuktuks are dashing to get their first customers, and the food stalls are spreading their smells around the ...
Banlung, Cambodia In north east of Cambodia, on the road leading further east to Vietnam, sits Banlung. Capital of the province of Ratanakiri, Banlung is no more than a small dusty town, lost amongst rubber fields and what little remains of its forests. Not looking much like a capital, it is only by roaming its ...
Abdullah is a young Uyghur boy. He is running in the narrow dusty streets of Turpan under the desert’s burning sun. The green vineyards and the wheat fields of the oasis provide many places to hide and play for the kids of his age. Five times a day, Abdullah prays. He is Muslim. Often he ...
In the very south of Laos, close to the Cambodian border, the enormous bed of the Mekong River widens, flooding several kilometres square of land. So many islands stud the waters that the place has been called “Si Phan Don” in Lao – “4,000 Islands”. When you find yourself in the middle, it is impossible ...
A long wait in Kompong Cham… I am heading to Kratie, a village in the middle of Cambodia. Kratie is a hotspot to observe the enigmatic Irrawady Dolphin – a highly endangered species of dolphin trying to survive in the Mekong’s waters. This morning at 6am, I hopped on a bus in Siem Reap. The ...
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