The Lost Palace

The idea of cycling to Cambodia had emerged organically, a spontaneous spark ignited amidst one of their evening conversations. It wasn't a carefully planned expedition, devoid of meticulous itineraries and detailed preparations. It was a simple notion, a whisper of adventure amidst the gentle rhythm of their everyday lives. It was a leap of faith, an embrace of the unknown driven by their youthful exuberance, a potent cocktail of courage and insatiable curiosity.

Their decision was born from the shared longing to see something beyond the familiar landscape, the silent promise of discovery echoing within their hearts. It was a yearning to push the boundaries of their known world, to experience the thrill of the unknown, to taste the freedom of open roads, and embrace the adventure of travel. The idea had taken root, blossoming into a tangible plan with remarkable speed.