A tiny slice of Asia is depicted here.



It’s a place where ferry seats are reserved for monks. Plastic bags decorate trees and land mines carpet the forest floor. Ancient temples, swarmed by tourists, retain their spiritual glow. It’s place with villages devoid of young men. A place where a sense of hospitality and decorum endures. Farmers plow their fields with oxen while the elite cruise above in unreachable jets. It’s a place wrapped in ancient traditions and roiled by the bewilderment and promise of modernity.