Something that's been weighing heavily on me this week is the fact that ethical tourism probably doesn't exist. Besides the unreal environmental costs, I occasionally hear my inner voice whisper that something about where I am just feels really, really wrong. Places like Cambodia that were ravaged by white colonialism rely heavily on tourism for income which sometimes feels just like continued colonialism under a new guise. On Wednesday I went to this music festival called Kerfuffle here and I'm not going to lie, it was really fun. A giant lit up Ferris wheel, live music, barefoot dancing and beers sloshing about. But when the sun came up, all I could see were people dancing barefoot on garbage they had strewn across the field, not a care in the world while little half naked Cambodian children watched in the trees, sometimes venturing out to collect the empty cans for money. I woke up this morning early to go for a walk and must have seen a dozen animals eating garbage while little old ladies hung the washing up on clotheslines.