Unexpectedly cosy and green, the bus drove in on a bright sunny Saturday afternoon and immediately met the typical, chaotic, and ever-flowing traffic. Neither the temple, the Russian market nor the night market were as memorable as having the street kids around, seeing the commuting elephant, conversing with the young monk who was just keen to have a conversation, being on a mototaxi, or seeing how the NGO elites life could be like. Seeing how life was like for Konrad and his friends reminded me of those days somewhere half way across the world. S-21 brought a lot of emotions, thoughts and reflection. Massages continued and we waved goodbye to tuk tuks.
