Rush Hour and the Elephant

I was about three months into my journey, sitting at an outdoor cafe in Phnom Penh and drinking a beer, monopolizing the wifi. It was rush hour, 5pm, and as I was hanging out I saw a full-grown elephant come walking down the street, minded by her trainer and wearing shoes made from recycled tires. The same thing happened the …
(c) Johnny Vagabond – Read entire story here.

Rush Hour and the Elephant

I was about three months into my journey, sitting at an outdoor cafe in Phnom Penh and drinking a beer, monopolizing the wifi. It was rush hour, 5pm, and as I was hanging out I saw a full-grown elephant come walking down the street, minded by her trainer and wearing shoes made from recycled tires. The same thing happened the next day. And the…
(c) Johnny Vagabond – Read entire story here.