(Siem Reap, Cambodia – 2015)

Recently, I waxed poetic about my travel vest during my first exploratory visits to Angkor Wat. The first day I decided to go without cameras. Without paper or pens. Without anything that would take me out of the moment – like a map. 

Today I’m going back with cameras to rejoin the zombie crew. I’ll be going late, because I spent the morning filming some travelers stationed at the Garden Village, a most harmonious guest house in Siem Reap. 

And now, I wax the poetry car.

The Case for a Travel Vest

  

Despite the scorn, get a vest. Keep things in their place. Remember that airports are always on your hastily strung together horizon so never put lighters, animals, or illicit substances inside its unending package of pockets. 

Always know in which pocket thy passport is. Once vested, the world is yours. Talk to strangers and measure them with the same democratic process. Trust few. Trust no one that seems like greed governs them. See the sites and meet the people. Your people will always be others like you, on the road for the same reasons. They will always get you in ways you do not know your self. One sure fire principle has been proven: Together you and them can carve corners where smiles reign free as flavors.