It’s the little things

I just left the office. Nearly 11pm. On my way to get dinner I passed a big group of Cambodians out on the street, holding hands in a big circle dancing.

They parted hands to allow a motorcycle to drive past and then re-linked hands and carried on dancing. I could not hear any music being played.

Now I’m sitting in the outside area of a restaurant, sipping a banana lassi, waiting for my dinner to be served, and watching the world pass by.

I love this place.