As far as my shoes would take me I would go, well, the shoes ran out on me one morning in Siem Reap, city of Angkor and many an ant and a cockroach. The cockroach inhabiting my shoe got ripped to shreds by some hungry ants who decided to move in after the latest squatter was digested. Flooding them out didn't work, neither did gassing them with some agent orange (nowadays it's just DEET spray that does the trick), so I decided to let the little fellas have a nice day and left my shoe behind. From there on Cambodia was to be explored by flip flop (there is something humbling in walking all those steps of Angkor on 50 cent shoes). Alas, soon those flip-flops were to be mysteriously replaced whilst I was eating in a restaurant, thus leaving me with odd-sized (Asian feet tend to be a little bit shorter) and weathered-down flip-flops from some now lucky Khmer bast... Anyways, never to give up, but what to do if the feet inhabiting shoes are no longer willing to take you any further? Right, time to settle down or go back home for some hot tea and sweet chocolate. And so, after my latest trip into the realms of Cambodia, I am soon to return. As far as my shoes have taken me, the time has come to get my ~ss back home. See you all on the next ankle-breaking roadtrip... Or maybe on one of those fabulous welcome home barbecues! (There's an idea now, hehe...)