Alex is from a small town called Northborough, 30 minutes outside Boston, where his family still reside. After studying and living in Australia a year before graduating from the University of Connecticut, he set off for a backpacking adventure in Europe, spanning from Prague, through Germany and Switzerland, culminating in Italy on the Amalfi Coast.
He then worked for large IT company in Boston before he took all of his saved vacation days to visit Southern Cambodia, where he completely fell in love with Asia. The rest, as they say, is history, as Alex now covers Vietnam, Cambodia, Thailand, and Laos as an Indochina specialist for Audley.
Alex lives in the North End of Boston, where he regularly enjoys delving into Sherlock, playing football (yes, the British variation) with his friends from UConn, and venturing either to Vermont to ski or to Wellfleet, Cape Cod to catch the waves at Cahoun Hollow beach.
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Cambodia is a beautiful country. The people friendly, the food delicious and I would happily go back in a heartbeat.
I don't remember the first time I saw a picture of Angkor Wat, but I knew from that moment on, I needed to see it in person. After several years I was finally able to find the funds to embark on a journey of a lifetime. My first thoughts about Cambodia, apart from the heat, were how lush and green the country was. Having just come from Jordan, the contrast was startling. The Angkor Temples are some of the most amazing temples I have seen. The scale and grandeur of some of them and the intimacy of others is quite unique. The carvings are all exquisite and highly detailed and amaze me with their incredible artistry and beauty. Cambodia is a beautiful country. The people friendly, the food delicious and I would happily go back in a heartbeat.
I'll never forget when…
There aren’t enough shades of green in the world’s biggest Crayola crayon box to describe the scenery on the drive from Sapa back to Hanoi. In the most remote part of the Northern Vietnam countryside, we stopped for the 189th time for pictures; up on top of one of the hills, there was a group of Black Thai women harvesting rice and their children playing in the surrounding field. My driver, guide, and I wandered up and watched them work for a few minutes before offering to help. Over the next hour, we plucked, sifted, and pounds of rice while running around and playing “Hide and Seek” with the children, who were no more than eight years of age.
The fascinating aspect was that there was absolutely no language connection; my guide could only speak Vietnamese, and these women and children only spoke a regional Thai dialect, which made the experience all the more primitive and humanistic. When the sun went down, we started to say goodbye and one of the women took her farming hat off of her head and handed it over to me, almost as a gift of thanks. I don’t think they realized that we were the thankful ones, having been given the privilege to experience such an amazing afternoon in the midst of the happiest people I’ve ever encountered.