A towpath pulled me into a world still suspended between a fascinating past and an uncertain future: the world of the Moken, the last nomads of the sea.
The rain dances on the lush branches of the emerald-green forest, weaving a silent bond between Nol and Kropun, where their eyes tell of a care that transcends time
Beneath the skyline of the majestic Sokha Hotel, 250 Cham families who survived the Khmer Rouge genocide over 40 years ago live off what the river provides them