Here are the pictures of the day. It wasn’t a gloomy day like at a funeral. In fact it was the opposite. Most people were happy. There were the monks praying in a large group of which I failed to take a single photo. Then there was the preparation of a huge amount of food for all of the guests in which I happily joined in and had a lot of fun. By the evening all the guests had left except for the close family and myself. We drunk and ate for probably the sixth time that day.
The coloured sand – so beautiful. Placed by hand by the monks.
Last year a friend of mine, Tin sadly saw his Grandfather pass away. Three months after the cremation they do prayers with bhuddist monks and have a family get together over a whole day. This was near Battambang which is 170km from Siem Reap.
The following posts are the pictures of this. To start with – The Journey!!
This is called a CNG (or vostok) in Bangladesh. In English it’s called an auto-rickshaw. They are imported from India, and are by far my favourite mode of transport in Bangladesh. The feeling of freedom cos there’re no doors and I still never fell out; the capacity to fit in more than 8 grown ups plus chickens, children and babies. And sometimes even motorcycles…..I love it!!
Most of my life I’ve spent in sprawling mega cities and thought that anything less would drive me to a creative suicide out of shear boredom from the cows, trees and endless untouched nature. But after more than 18 months here in Asia, I’ve spent almost a year in a very small village (my birthplace) in Bangladesh. And some of the time in a small city (that resembles a large village) namely Siem Reap, Cambodia where I am now. In between I’ve travelled through Malaysia over a month, spent many weeks in Kuala Lumpur, and then a month in Bangkok. Big Asian cities. I’m sure they’re nothing compared to Bombay or Delhi in India or even many of the smaller 10 million plus population cities in China. Both of these countries remain a part of my future travel plans.
And my analysis of my short travels-I’m sick of big cities. I never have to be stuck in a traffic jam, parking is always a piece of cake, the air is so clean I feel dirty from my thoughts alone…..I must admit it does get (a little :-)) boring at times! Not so many places to go out, not that much on offer in terms of entertainment-in Siem Reap they don’t even have a cinema. But am I complaining?? I’ve been stressed approximately 3 times in the last 4 months (for some silly reasons I can’t even remember)…… in total!! That’s compared to 3 times in 3 minutes in Berlin or 3 times in 3 seconds in London! So is this it for me?? Life in the slow lane?? Naah!! I’ll get ants in my pants again sooner or later and then big cities will once again have their opportunities to get me stressed and angry about something so mundane as the old woman who’s walking too slow in front of me…..or swearing all sorts because I’ve just missed the train and don’t have the 2 minutes to spare to wait for the next one….! This life I’ve left behind and will surely go back to (at least for brief reminders that I don’t want it anymore).
Anyway here are some more picks from my time in Dhaka. I’ve actually got thousands and thousands of pictures from everywhere I’ve been in the last 18 months. Sooner or later I’ll be posting brief glimpses of my life here in Asia.
Baridhara – the expat rich area of Dhaka, Bangladesh
It’s that illness we hope not to get on our travels or when we live abroad because we fear how damned awful it is…! And to an extent it’s true. The initial fever knocked me out for two days where I was oblivious to the world. I slept most of the time which is a godsend for me anyway. There was an obvious improvement to my health on day 3-4. And the the worst of it hit me-a fuckin rash that itched like hell all over my upper body. And it wasn’t red like on wiki-it was pus-filled tiny white dots-millions of them all over. The rash made me go to the doctor. I don’t usually go to a doc or take medication for flu. But this was obviously more. A blood test followed a diagnosis-dengue fever!!!
I’ve been on various saline drips for 4 days now round the clock. Every time my drip finishes or stops “dripping” electrolytes into my bloodstream, I’m off to the doctor/clinic again. More multiple injections and tablets.
My life consists of my drip, my trips to the clinic, and my friend bringing me anything I need-mostly food! Oh-and watching telly. Too weak to do anything else. And the drip needs to be up high (hanging from a nail on my wall)-so I’m stuck in my bed. Hopefully once the drip stage is over, I’ll start building up my strength again. At the moment even peeling an orange seems like sooo much effort….:-)
I went running again this morning. My speed and stamina aren’t worth talking about. Running with a hangover is easier than running with little sleep. I’m just exhausted and it takes so much effort. As I’m crap at running at the moment I took my camera with me. I took some photos of what I see. Some photos are from the day before yesterday evening.
My dirt track street
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