Leaving Sihanoukville with Ben and our blonde ponytailed boat captain.
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He's also had over 100 000 individual image licences sold.

Lena hops onto the boat.

White sand and crystal clear waters of Koh Rong
When you get to an untouched and secret island, it's great to suntan and run around in the nude...BUT a bitch to live on. A 4 hour boat through choppy waters off the gulf of Cambodia and hello beautiful tropical island Koh Rong! It's virtually untouched, which means no jetty! So grab your bags, get into the ocean and with your bags over your head army-style wade 10 minutes to shore. Not as easy as it sounds when you pack like me. My photographer dumps his camera equipment in a cooler box, swims to shore then makes another trip back to put his macbook into his backpack. uh oh. A drop in the sand banks has poor Ben, backpack and macbook completely soaked in sea water. But the sun's going down, let's shoot first and figure out if it's dead later.
I love shooting with Ben. A wonderful person, a brilliant photographer and a great new friend. Chances of your camera getting wet when doing beach shoots are high. A wave hits the camera and it goes dead. So we call it a day and figure out a place to stay on the island. Sunset. We look for a hut to stay in for the night. This island has no electricity or running water, so we walk in darkness through jungle and over rocks with the help of a small torchlight. The owner of the huts tells us to please be careful of the snakes..the king cobras will move away from you but not the red poisonous snakes. Great. There we are finding our way in darkness and now i have "red poisonous snakes" repeating in my head.
We slept in a hut with no lights, no fan, no running water. All it had was 2 mosquito nets and mattresses. It's been 10 years since this city girl has slept without air conditioning, what more this.
What's the worst thing that could happen after swimming from the boat, walking in darkness along the beach then through jungle to the hut? I had left something on the boat! So Ben being the great guy he is offered to go all the way back to the boat with me. Back on the red poisonous snake trail we were, the wind's howling and a storm is approaching. But i'm so thankful i forgot something on the boat. Walking along the pitch black beach we notice the shoreline glowing specks of green. Ben points out the glowing plankton and i'm staring in awe. It was just too surreal! It's so dark all we could see of the boat was a tiny blinking light. We start swimming and oh my god glowing green plankton everywhere! They glow when they are disturbed and Ben was darting around the water in front of me leaving a light trail...it looked like something out of a sci-fi movie. These were gazillions and gazillions of
bioluminescent plankton! That
scene from The Beach of the plankton with Leonardo Dicaprio was actually real! Gosh, one of the most beautiful moments in my life :)
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I couldn't bathe or do my makeup...so our sunrise shoot the next morning had to be done without any makeup on. Tenashar www.tenashar.com

there was a storm during the night and i love how the windy morning completely messed up my hair. Tenashar www.tenashar.com
Backpack weighing down on my tiny frame, an extra shoulder bag, and my camera slung across. 4am and i was off to Singapore Changi airport to catch the 6.45am flight out to Phnom Penh. Waiting in queue to check-in, groups of friends and couples are chatting amongst themselves, and it saddens me a bit that i was going to be traveling all by my lonesome.
Good morning Cambodia! I negotiate through rowdy con job tuk tuk drivers and make my way to the bus station. There's no airport in Sihanoukville, so a jerky noisy bus through Cambodia's 3rd world roads is my best option. Their roads and busses are so terrible i bounced, vibrated and cussed throughout the 6 hour journey. It didn't help that the Cambodian guy that i sat beside kept brushing up against me. But hell, there was no other seat on the bus. Pitstops were great though, i'd run out with my camera into the villages along the way, and i was all smiles again. Save for the fact that i had to pee in a hole beside chickens.
I reach Sihanoukville, the outskirts of Cambodia. The bus now leaves me at the hands of the tuk tuk drivers again. My driver takes me to some weird place where there are no roads and stops his tuk tuk to speak to me. "I take you to see my friend, i take you later to Sakal bungalows" Now i'm worried as f*ck, so as he kept insisting, i kept playing the bimbo card of not understanding a word and repeatedly pointing on the map.
After 12 hours of travel, I finally get to where my photographer is, and seeing Ben's face is such a huge relief.
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Cambodian kids are such an inspiration.

A monk stands around the villages all day and every day with a metal bowl asking for donations.

a little girl clings on to her dad as he whizzes in and out of traffic.

Cambodians hang out their clothes to dry on barb wire. They do not have money to pay for garbage removal, so they pile up their backyards with litter.

a little girl works at a pushcart with her mother.

There is still happiness amidst poverty.