In Cambodia,
Which where I spent a week with my family.
And where motorcycles have no passenger limits.
There was this 20 year old Cambodian. 
I think his name was Sren. With a 'g' sound at the end.
He gave me a bracelet. 
The next day, I gave him a paper crane made from tourist brochures. 

He and his brother, 5 years older, drove people around town in a vehicle people call Tuk Tuk. 
They drove us around Siem Reap for 3 days.
Sometimes they wore helmets, sometimes they didn't. ( A lot of motorcyclists on the streets didn't. )
They told me that they used to have to walk 10 miles to get to school. They had to swim sometimes too. 

I like them. I hope they have a good life. 
I also hope I'd see them again someday in the future. 

On the bus en route to Siem Reap from Pnom Penh,
I met this guy named Sunder. Or of the sort.
He was with a blonde girl. Perhaps his wife? 
He complimented me on my purple eyes. I smiled and said thank you. 
Then I asked him if they were french.
He said he was from Holland. 
I asked him whether he had been to France before, for the sake of conversation.
He said that he had. He said that he'd been to tons of places, but Cambodia's the first country he''s visited in Asia. 

The bus trip was 6 hours long. 

I asked him about Holland. He told me that it was very flat. 
I told him a little about Malaysia, KL and Kuantan. 
He asked why I talked in English with my sister. I said, because it's just, normal. 
He also asked what the words 'Hello' and 'Cheers' where in Malay. 
Boy we had some difficulty answering that.  

At the end of the bus trip, he said to my sister and I, 'Goodbye and keep smiling'. 
He told me he was a psychiatrist. I think. 
He seemed like a really nice guy. He was quite funny and cheerful. 
He had 'green' eyes.