Cambodia (December, 2002) – We loaded ourselves into a hollowed out log, that had some semblance of a canoe. Unable to speak with the captain we floated quietly, while he navigated the mangroves of Tonle Sap lake. At some point our captain started to sing a tune; which I instantly recognized from my grandmother, it occurred to me he might speak some French. Naturally he spent the rest of the mangroves tour, giving us names of fauna and flora in my mother tongue, I relayed what I could to the rest of the contingent.
