An enthralling tune lured Erwin (my ol’ backpacking buddy) and I to this random spot somewhere in the middle of Angkor Wat’s bushland. For a few minutes, this band of Khmer landmine victims made me forget my exhaustion from trudging around the humungous complex (cause you know, we’re too cheap to even hire a $1 bike for a day). To me, the music they produced was a glimmer of hope that there’s life after affliction.
