Two days ago I went running and ended up in the ‘Thmey Village’. Not that far from where I live, but haven’t a clue about the distance. ran in a direction I hadn’t before. I’m usually reluctant to photograph people because I feel shy to ask and I don’t like photos where people make their ‘photograph face’. I like pictures of people naturally how they are. As I was taking pictures a group of Khmer men called to me to come over. So I did. I asked their permission and then took pictures of them. They invited me to sit with them and offered me a glass of what looked like water. It was a strong alcoholic spirit. Boy, I was running to recover from and release the toxins from the drinking session the night before. And of course one drink led to another. My Khmer is now good enough to build sentences and make light conversation. The men were very friendly and offered me food and then what I think was rice wine. All home brewed of course. Before I knew it many hours had passed and running further was out of the question. But drinking and smoking was in!🙂
It rained relentlessly at some point as it does everyday at the moment being the rainy season! Eventually the rain died down and a man drove me close to my home on his moped (for a little more than the local price).
I’ve never gone out running before and come a home drunk! I might run to that village/place again🙂
Wooden house on stilts. The stilts are a necessity considering that it flood here every year. Bit like Bangladesh really!!
Their rice truck machine thing!
Stir the unhusked rice to dry in the sun.
My new found Khmer friends!!
Me with my big nose…the Cambodians love it!! They all have small ones. Amazing that I’m in a part of the world where people love that which I hated about myself during my childhood for all the abuse I got at school🙂
Unlike in London,I don’t mind the rain and thunderstorms at all here! Maybe ‘cos the temperature is cooler and more bearable then?
Travelling, moving often and living in different places has SOOOO opened my mind when I thought I had an open mind before! How little I need and want! How simple it is to be happy. How appreciative I’ve become. Smiles and happiness are contagious! Surrounded by it I see the world, people and my life in a different light.
I also want to say to people who come here and see poverty and are heart-broken by it. Yes the children do work here and many do not go to school. But it’s a different life and world out here. Who are we to judge with our western beliefs, values and way of thinking? Most of the people I’ve met here smile, give and share from their hearts whatever little they have, be it food, drink or their homes. How often have you encountered that in rich modernised countries and cities? How many people smile at you for no reason?
I’ve collapsed twice in the last two months at different markets from being ill. Both times I had a load of Cambodians fanning cold air, bringing me water, massaging me and rubbing tiger balm onto my neck and forehead. They were so heart-warmingly helpful, arranging for me to get home or to a hospital. How many people walk past someone in need in London or berlin that I’ve seen? ‘Oh, just another drunk’ or ‘someone else will do it’ or simply ‘don’t care!’ This is what is heart-breaking for me-what little compassion people have bogged down with jobs and worries and the so called fast lane of life….fast lane to what? Only to the grave unfortunately!
Thank you once again for looking by my blog and I welcome and appreciate your comments and experiences! Blogging has opened a new door of possibilities for as has travelling :-)