The Mists of Bokor
February 17th 2018 I was where I had always wanted be ever since back in 1998 as I was devouring Rough Guideās First-Time Asia. Here I was up on a mystical mountain shrouded in mist. The only westerner in sight. Bells and chimes ringing all around me. It was a festival day and everyone was clamoring about in a festive mood and making offerings before altars. Where was I? I was on Bokor Mountain.
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