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My father was the pacesetter. It was a role he was born to play – a retired sport and history teacher, and probably the most competitive man I know, he was never going to sit behind, at the back of the peloton.
It’s hard to relax on holiday these days. There are any number of opportunities to pump iron on a boot camp, trek across the Gobi Desert or follow the latest app around a string of city museums.
Bigger. Taller. Fancier.
Just how does a modern traveller find an ancient lost city? In the soupy heat of the north-west Cambodian jungle, I chose Lin to lead the way.
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