One of the best things about my little river retreat in Kampot, Cambodia was the red dirt paths. Meandering down the roads led me away from the guest house and into a rural village area. I walked under the shade of trees as girls rode past on bicycles, a man worked in his the rice field and women chatted at a roadside fruit stand. The cows stared at me as I stared at the chickens quite literally crossing the road. It was a slice of heaven.