On my way home I was fortunate to have a 12 hour layover at Narita. My step-brother was kind enough to give me a whirlwind tour of the city. Our first stop was Shibuya neighbourhood. It was a Sunday, so it was quiet.

Back in Hanoi. Penultimate day.

How could I leave Hanoi without this picture? Taken from a rickshaw.
Actually, they're probably chickens.

This little boy desperately wanted me to take his picture. He had an empty 500ml water bottle and he kicked it against the wall to show how strong he was. He danced through the alley. I took a shot of him - more posed than this one - but I like this one better.

One of the main streets of the picturesque fishing town of Kompong Chhnang

This is the view from Izzy's balcony in Phnom Penh.

Walking to the market (in the background) on my first morning in Phnom Penh

Among my first impressions of Bangkok is the smell. My memory is the pervasive smell of car exhaust mixed with the sweeter aromas of propane and the grilling of octopus. The underlying drone of durian, whose smell is like a nostalgic nausea, wasn't to fully join this nasal jamboree until Phnom Penh. I expected the heat - but its burden was the more noticeable for its alliance with the scents of the city.

This picture is from my second day in Bangkok. This is the street my sister used to live on when she lived in Bangkok. I believe her building lies immediately to the left outside the frame.