After a night of dancing, eating, and generally hanging out, and then sleeping in traditional, stilted Cambodian homes, we enjoyed day two, which was arguably as busy as the first. The day started out with a hearty breakfast of rice porridge before we listened to the eco-tourist representative tell us about the history of the village and the eco-resort. Following, we all planted trees (one per person) out of respect for the space. I buried a poem with mine, though I don’t know if that picture turned out. We then walked to a majestic waterfall, stumbled across a roaming bard who sang us songs (yes, seriously), and then proceeded to write and eat and climb on the rocks in the area. The day closed with a period of writing back at the main entrance to the trails, where everyone wrote poems and then read them out loud. It was a fantastic experience being around such creative energies, and despite my constant fatigue during the trip, I thoroughly enjoyed myself.