Something inside me changes every time I travel. A new experience makes me appreciate life’s beauty and I feel so lucky given the chance to experience a new culture. The curiosity in me is satisfied when I learn about the history of the place and how the people coped up with the challenges thrown their way. We may come from different countries, different religions, different beliefs and cultures but we are all the same in a way – trying to find that one thing that makes our world a better place.
I was walking around taking photos of the Plain of Jars when I saw this man wandering around and taking pictures too. He stopped at some jars and takes a peek. I bet he was wondering what the jars were for and if the historians are right with their hypothesis. When you wander around, you can’t help but also wonder about things that you see.