I left on my travels thinking about work. I know, that doesn’t sound like a particularly pleasant topic when heading off on an adventure. But generally speaking, one’s job takes up a huge chunk of your waking life. It makes sense that it’s a source of turmoil for some, pleasure for others, and that it can take up considerable mental space. I wonder if this correlates to one’s sense of self? So far, I’ve experienced drastic differences in the landscape and lifestyle outside of the big cities in Laos, Cambodia and Vietnam.