Modern Cambodia is a fearful place. When I say fearful I do not mean that it is without hope, it has that in the eyes of every young garment-worker with an iPhone, no I mean fearful of a return, a slip, back to the bad times.… Read More

The first baby was born in a cave, or so they tell me. Probably some rocky outcropping near water in what is now the horn of Africa. The 1.8 million years since that first child fought it’s way into a harsh new world has softened things, made them safer and more survivable, but for parts of the world still struggling with modernity, some expectant mothers must not feel far removed from it.

We meet bleary eyed at sunrise to board the convoy of rented minibuses that will ferry us through the bush to the wedding.

 

Anticipation is high, but first some of the worst roads in the world must be covered by our slightly tweaked bus driver.

Weddings. The merging of two lives. In the West it’s an expensive day that somehow manages to come off as cheap to everyone else. Paper napkins, disposable cameras, and the Funky Chicken. Vows are exchanged, fathers hide their tears, and little girls dance adorably atop their adult partners shoes.… Read More