Ratanakiri Province, in photos

What can YOU fit on the back of your mini van?

And you thought Americans were cellphone obsessed?

Durian, is that you?

Cheap cheap. Stan, I thought of you.

Rambutan

Tiep. Weird somewhat fuzzy seeds that taste what vanilla hookah smoke smells like. Got it?

The German and I went on a two day/one night trek through the community jungles of Ratanakiri province!

Fish are biting him.

German, The Ranger Krung, the guide Tea aka Mr. Discipline. If we got something right (like when I tied my shoe) he would say "Discipline!!". Also when talking about near death experiences, he preferred to say "broken heart' than "dead"" or "hurt". Krung also eventually in Khmer told Tea to tell me to come back to Cambodia in 2 years and get a Khmer husband...I think he is looking for a wife??

We stayed the night in a Kreung tribe village where some families were celebrating the good health of a family member by slaughtering a cow and feasting on it. I tried it. Too much salt...but awesome.

Yeah.

Cold sleeping.

Im sorry Juline, Lindsey...

I love these roads but they destroy your lungs, nose, clothes, everything. Its great.

She treated me to some sugar cane. Sooo good.

Dame mas gasolina.

Adventure! Cha Ong Waterfall

In one of the tribe villages, it is customary to build a house for a young girl or the young boy living there once they turn 14 years old. They individually sleep alone in these houses every night until they get married around 16, 17, or 18 years old.

Yeak Loam. Crater Lake.

Playing with durian.

Our trip consists of him teaching me useful German phrases like 'tissue' and 'what?'and "i know"...while I have taught him basically, "Yo shortie ho, let me mack it to you after I drop a deuce. Yeah." Team America.

Sunsets!