Ode to my camera

Dear friends and family,

I'm back in Korea after a month of chasing the sun in Vietnam and Cambodia. I'd like to show you hundreds of pictures of mountains, lakes, rivers, bays, museums, poor but happy people, bamboo, French architecture, motorbikes, baguettes, beaches, shoe-less children, guesthouses, busing, The Killing Fields, buses, trains, Angkor Wat and Darryl and I enjoying it all, but I can't. Darryl's camera was stolen on the beaches of Nam and mine in "Heart of Darkness" bar in Cambodia. I don't care much about the camera but the loss of memories is hard to swallow. Darryl, Obama bless his pure heart, was able to look at the positives. The sale of our cameras could feed families there for months. After losing them, we were able to spend the last week taking the sights in with our eyes, naturally. We didn't have to travel behind the lens like so many annoying Koreans and Japanese were. (They walked around this terribly depressing museum honoring the Cambodians executed by the Khmer Rouge and filmed everything. It may not be against the rules, but it felt completely disrespectful. You're not a professional journalist, put the camera down and feel!) So we were retro travelers, the kind who store the images in their minds and explain them in dark, smokey bars. *raincheck for anyone who wants to see what I've seen* And finally, the loss of all our pictures means we will have to take this trip again. -That's gotta be the best thing to come out of the theft.