I think no other nation is as proud of its national monument as Cambodia and surely there’s a good cause. The temple city of Angkor is really huge, with endless numbers of ruins to explore in a mystic jungle setting. Also moving around can be quite an adventure: Cruising the Tonlé Sap lake to Battambang on an old, improvised boat (breaking down a few times) takes you through floating villages and dense thicket. And the bamboo train is probably the simplest form of riding the rails. In contrast to the rich cultural heritage, there is a lot of poverty unfortunately. I especially noticed the massive number of children, who were either selling souvenirs or begging on the streets – always with a heartbreaking facial expression and some surprisingly good english phrases. Despite the humble living conditions and the cruel history of the Khmer Rouge era, the warmth and friendliness of the people is even more overwhelming.