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I always new that a trip to Cambodia would bring a twist in my life, it was like having it in the back of my mind and waiting for the perfect timing to book that flight. When I realized that timing is something people use as an excuse, I woke up one day and knew I had to go on this adventure. The first city I came by when crossing the Cambodian borders through Vietnam was Kampot, a very peaceful place, where I surprisingly could only separate locals and tourists by skin color and language. It felt like at the moment you stepped your foot into this place you magically became a Cambodian citizen, me around 28,single and most likely a teacher at the local school where all kids wore uniforms and spread around the central square eating coconut ice cream when school was out. I was so amazed by the vibes of this place that I decided to stay as much as I would keep feeling home. In the morning, I always had my coffee at Sokha's. Sokha was an old appearing man who worked for the World Health Organization and had travelled a lot around Europe. He spoke six languages, was married with four kids and decided to open this self-made - out of bamboo and in the middle of the street-place after he retired and went back home. A lot of tourists that stayed in Kampot for months or returned back every year, visited Sokha more to have a small talk with him than for their morning coffee. They could sit there for hours, talking about life and how he wanted to work hard to let his kids go discover the world. There was something about this man I didn't get right away, I only knew I had to go by every morning, drink this extraordinary Laos mixed with Cambodian coffee, see him smiling to me and telling stories. The day of my departure, Sokhan was sad. He didn't let me pay for the coffee and told me "Everyone who is passing by is staying long, but for you it felt like it were only two days". After this he hugged me warmly and invited me to his daughter's wedding that would take place some months later. "You promise to come?" he asked me. And then I knew... This look into his eyes gave me the answer to the thing I was questioning about for so long. About this trip to Cambodia, about this place, about Sokha... I saw authenticity. And this is all that makes trips meaningfull, it's all that makes life worth living it. Being authentic, being unique.