Bridging cultures isn’t a simple thing. It can be, say, in the case of eating an ethnic meal.
It can also be very complex. And it helps to try and meet half way.
There was a lot to learn, having grown up an American individualist, from the communal and nurturing generosity I found in Southeast Asia.
Here I am crossing an ominous bridge in Sabah, Malaysian Borneo. The planks are actually for motorbikes!