I did quite a bit of riding in Asia a few years ago. I used to hire a guide and my instruction was I didn’t want to see a tourist bus or fast-food chain store. I wanted to see the real people and the real way of life in those countries.
In Cambodia in 2007 the guide pointed to a sandy trail and said I should go ahead. The instruction was for me to wait for him at the village. Off I went.
As I rode along, wrestling the DRZ through deep sand, I suddenly came upon a clearing with little skull signs stuck on sticks. It was curious, so I stopped to get a couple of pics.