Hello all! This post is inspired by a question that once popped into my head. I was just sitting around, minding my own business when suddenly out of the blue I began to wonder what children around the world do with their loose baby teeth. Do they all put their teeth under their pillow like I grew up with? Does everyone have their own version of the tooth fairy? Is there a global tooth economy?
Before I left for Thailand I asked Google how do I avoid buying souvenirs?
It’s a question as foolish to ask as how do I avoid getting pregnant? because there are so many choices and Google shares some pretty hazardous answers.
She watches intently as the sun begins to slip behind the hills, leaving a rainbow in its wake. The clouds greet the colours and joyfully flaunt them in a fashion runway march. A willing designer, the sun throws streaks and patterns across the sky. Continue reading “Otres Beach, Sihanoukville, Cambodia”
Popping the SD card from my camera and systematically slipping it into the slot on my laptop I scooted back, falling deeper into my chair’s embrace. Having only briefly settled back into my apartment I was already excited to explore Cambodia all over again through my photos.
My finger impatiently ticked in the password to gain entry to my laptop and settled into an idle rhythm as they waited for the SD card to register on the desktop screen. When it finally appeared the mouse zipped over to click it open. Eagerly it snatched up the files from the card and carried them to their new home on my laptop. Continue reading “Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum, Phnom Penh”
Angkor, Angkor show me your wonders true,
I’m half crazy over the likes of you
It won’t be a speedy viewing
I can’t afford a tuk tuk
But you look sweet, from upon the seat of a bicycle borrowed for 2
“One dollar, one dollar. Two magnets, one dollar. Ok, ten postcards one dollar. One dollar. One dollar. One dollar.”
The child looked up at me, her eyes wide and glimmering. Shuffling the objects in the plastic tray slung across her stomach she pulled up one item after another and repeated the mantra.
“One dollar, one dollar, one dollar. Lady, maybe later? One dollar.”
She looked hopeful, her eyes sparkling with calculations but a tired strain fed into her voice. I could only smile at her. I didn’t want to be rude but I wouldn’t be buying anything.
Down in the labyrinth, beyond the soaring light, I found a place of contemplation. Dust particles danced on the one weak shaft of light that managed to pierce its way through. Settled in the nook of a once-window-in-the-wall or perhaps once-home-for-a-Buddha I looked across the small sheltered courtyard. This place at the centre of everything felt right. Far above me, in the heat of the afternoon amused entities observed the tourist traffic at the foot of their towers—their eyes ever open to the world, their lips cast in chuckles and half-smirks. Continue reading “Bayon Temple, Cambodia”
By the feeble light of our phone flashes we trudged on. It was pitch black. I hadn’t experienced that kind of darkness in a long time. It engulfed everything and seemed to eat at the little light we had at our disposal.
So after giving you an introduction to Cambodia’s circus skills I figured I should back-track and let you know about the trip from Bangkok to Siem Reap in case I have anything helpful to share.
I was travelling solo. Yep one of the things I learned was that I am in fact capable of travelling solo. I even managed to slow my sprinting heart rate down and relax for most of the trip.
The chair across from me sat empty. The pile of fries on the small table would be mine alone to tackle. Glancing at the young couple giggling to my left, the older couple softly talking in front of me and the family with three children to my right before circling back to my fries, I dug in. My hand looped from mouth to plate in a continuous track with only a pit stop for some ketchup en-route. Continue reading “Phare: The Cambodian Circus, Siam Riep”