As if it weren’t abundantly clear, you are not allowed to pet the elephants. I’m not sure how long the “no petting the elephant” picture sign had been up, but the elephant’s head had gained quite a shine over the years. Petting the elephant was probably one of the poorest decisions of my life. Walking away from the elephant I found an Ak-47 pointed at my head and six military police surrounding me. After two nights in a Bangkok prison they let me out just in time to catch my flight. Okay fine, none of that happened, but it would have been a good story.
March 15th, 2009
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We ventured into this yurt village to eat lunch with the nomads that still roam the Mongolian countryside. For a few bucks we ate some fresh vegetables and deep fried goat filled Mongolian hot pockets. The cuisine was lacking, but it was worth it to be in the midst of people who have lived the same way for over a thousand years.
Believe it or not there aren’t any giant Buddha molds or factories in Cambodia. So each massive Buddha is sculpted by hand, and then put on the side of the road to sit and attract buyers. I shot this sitting on the back of a moped, shooting when I could, but focusing more on not falling off and getting run over. The streets abruptly change from pavement to dirt and then back again, so mere moped riding survival is a struggle. I guess it was God’s way of paying me back for trying to throw friends off my moped during college.