The prop plane fluttered upward, and I was on to my second stop in Cambodia, Sihanoukville. I had booked a 7-night retreat at a place called Vagabond Temple.  I didn’t know quite what to expect, but the schedule of yoga and meditation appealed to me as a way to deepen my program of spiritual nothingness and going to zero.

The delayering was continuing as I decided to take a pause on some of my consulting projects. My mind was racing from the emptiness and just trying to grasp at something tangible. I settled on eating a cookies and cream ice cream cup at the airport. And then a mango ice cream cup. And then a panini.

Arriving at “The Temple”

The plane landed in Sihanoukville, and my tuk-tuk driver was waiting for me. We embarked on our 45-minute journey to “The Temple” as it would be referred to. We arrived at a rusty blue gate in darkness. My luggage and I shuffled in to a haven of voices, candles, and dinnertime chatter. It was basically pitch black. Wow, this is some seriously spiritual shit, I thought to myself. Eating in the dark! It reminded me very much of coop living at Brown University, where I used to visit my friend Eliza during my college days. It turned out to be a power outage. K, that made more sense… Continue reading Hippie commune Vagabond Temple →