Today started early with a full-day tour of Battambang’s countryside. Before hitting the road, I fueled up with a big plate of chicken and rice from a roadside spot near my hotel. It looked simple, but the food was fantastic. The chicken was tender and the rice was perfectly seasoned. Honestly, it blew yesterday’s upscale place out of the water.
As a farewell to Phnom Penh, I went on one last photo walk. I found a busy street in front of Kandal Market, a local open-air market, tucked myself behind a parked car, and started photographing passersby as they walked, biked, and motorbiked past me. I caught a neat shot of a rickshaw just as the rider cruised by. It’s not the sharpest photo I’ve ever taken, but I liked that he turned his head right as I hit the shutter. I love capturing people’s natural, unfiltered expressions. Those fleeting little moments when they either don’t know, or have just realized, they’re being photographed.
This morning, I returned to what’s become my favorite breakfast spot and ordered pho along with three of the tiny Vietnamese-style coffees. Still, both the waiter and waitress laughed. They were clearly amused that anyone could drink that many cups. As I paid, I shared a translated note with them: “Coffee here is good, although the glasses are just too small for an American.” I didn’t want them thinking I was some kind of weirdo. It’s not me, it’s the American in me.
I’m still recovering from jet lag and kept waking up after 1 a.m. Eventually, I gave in and dragged myself out of bed around five to take a stroll around the neighborhood. Surprisingly, I wasn’t the only one up. By six, the city was already humming: street vendors were setting up, people were out on motorbikes, and the day was clearly underway.
Today marks the beginning of my journey through Indochina, a region once ruled by France and now encompassing Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia. While each country has its own distinct culture and history, they share a common legacy of colonialism, war, and a long struggle for independence. France’s foothold in the region began with 19th-century military campaigns in Vietnam and gradually expanded into broader colonial rule.
It’s happening, it’s my 40th birthday! A friend sent me an Instagram Reel today, and it hit me: technically, I’ve already been in my 40s since last year. Your birthday marks the completion of a year (e.g., turning 40 means I’m starting my 41st year on Earth today). Sounds obvious when I say it, but it’s not so obvious when you really think about it. Anyway, not to rain on my own parade, but I guess I’ve been in my 40s for a while now. No problem, I’m still celebrating today as if it were the start of a new decade!
Today is the last day I can say I’m still in my 30s! Decided to celebrate by hiking through parts of Joshua Tree I hadn’t explored yet.
After my 180-mile ride yesterday, I didn’t want to do anything strenuous today, so I kept it very leisurely. Had another interview in the morning, soaked in the hot tub, took a nap with the boys, and then, when Jean was done with work, we headed over to Joshua Tree Distilling Company.
Today was a 180-mile ride in the saddle. I left after my interview this morning, which was really just me desperately trying to woo this girl into nudging her manager to interview me. By the end, I did get her to agree to talk to her manager—but man, did she make me work for it!











