I'm not really sure what I consider home and what I consider travel anymore. What started off as travel five years ago has become more than that over time. In some ways it's my yearly trips home that are more travel for me than anything.
In terms of pure touristing travel though, this wat at Angkor is one of my most magical travel memories. I was just in awe of that place. I felt like I had slipped into a Duck Tales adventure or into the Jungle Book. Like seeing what had only ever existed in childhood imagination and fantasy come true in real life.
This was about 4 years ago now I guess.