The afternoon heat beats down mercilessly in the afternoons of Cambodia’s jungles, where the angkors (temples), attract visitors–some better suited than others to withstand the heat. As I feebly sought shelter in one of the limestone corners, I remember thinking that despite my floppy hat and exponential SPF sunscreen and gallons of consumed Gatorade, I was just too weak–too ill-equipped to continue the afternoon exploring.

That was, until from the corner of my eye I saw these two visitors–the little boy was a trooper, refusing water from his mom, who, I am assuming, was insisting that he hydrate. He eventually acquiesced, took a few sips, and was rewarded with a snack. In a matter of seconds they ventured onwards. I don’t think they saw me languishing in the corner. Their pragmatism erased my sense of self-defeat, and I too continued on. These temples can’t explore themselves, you know.