Bicyclistic

-Can I borrow your Mirror? he said, waking me up.
I took my head off my newspaper pillow.
-It’s the Independent, I replied groggily, referring to the wrong London newspaper.
He walked away. I remade my pillow with the magazine Flash Art on top. Half an hour later I woke and peeled my now blue, hand and ear, [...]

Dipping into my archives here, which means I had to scan this. Most of my time in Cambodia I used a bicycle for transport, but when I went up river to Angkor I spent 3 days going around on a moped. Less public places than Angkor Wat itself were my favourite spots, but there was [...]