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 🙂