When Herve told his parents he was off to Southeast Asia for a few months, he talked of Angkor Wat, Vietnamese hill tribes, pristine Philippine beaches. He'd meet new people, he told his folks, and immerse himself in foreign culture; this would be an exploration, a journey for body and spirit. Put like that, his Parisian parents sent him off with their blessings. But lying in a hammock on a hostel's veranda in Phnom Penh with a girl under each arm and a beer on the table, it's clear Herv's main discovery is that $10 will get him a room, all...
