You say Goodbye, and I say Hello.

From Siem Reap, Cambodia to Thailand. Leaving my Russian friends behind broke my heart. Behind the heavy beards and gruff accents they're the sweetest people I've known. We broke bread together for two months from Petersburg to Angkor Wat.

On our way to Cambodian village for film shoot.

With some Cambodian kids in village where helicopter crashed.

Sunset meditation at Angkor Wat

Sunset at temple near Angkor

Our dedicated film crew with Indulekha, Kostya (Hanuman) Andres our helicopter pilot with steady cam and  Rama Kanta.

"All things must pass," as Beatle George Harrison once put it. I hated to leave, but my time was up. Back in Mexico, my wife Aurora had been waiting patiently, allowing me the favor of pursuing my Quixotic dreams of adventure.

So, I said goodbye to Bhakti Bhimal Avadhuta Maharaja, the mysterious Russian Swami and movie director who had so kindly invited me on this adventure. I said goodbye to Indulekha our assistant director, and the film crew that had been so patient with me. They filmed my departure and packed me off through the security check on the flight to Bangkok. 

Bangkok Air is a boutique airline, not so bad. Thai Royal Air is better if you ever get the chance. Next it was off to China Southern Air from Bangkok to Guanzhou China. I sat at the wrong gate reading a book until I realized that something was up. I hurried to the right gate just as they were boarding the last passengers. I thought that souvenirs in China would be cheaper. Boy was I wrong. A half a liter of water cost 10 dollars at the Guanzhou airport. I was happy to get out of China.

Airport in Bangkok

Planes at Bangkok Suvarnabhumi

I'll put up more photos later. Right now it's time to catch up on some sleep. Thanks for checking in.