Flying To Another Place
Travel In Cambodia. I left Delhi, India.
It felt like an ending for now anyway.
The new day came. Flying over Malaysia, meandering lakes and jungle over a spread out sea with mushrooming cumulonimbus clouds connected to nature’s grand order. Reaching the Cambodian lands, flat paddy fields and flood water shining back at the sky.
I was soon to fly back to the UK from Vietnam. With talk of widening war in the middle east and rocketing oil prices, I got worried and though the UK for the summer at least would be ok.
My travel energy had diminished, I just wanted a place to work for a few months especially making real sculptures again.
The hot windy streets of Phnom Penh shielded the stars and nature.
Annoying tuk tuk drivers “sir, sir sird” me somewhat as a gradually quieting echo of the audio assaults from India. I know they are just doing their job. However, it gets relentless in India so much. Flight or fight response is primed whenever someone shouts at you from one.
Pnomh Penh was a pleasant city, old French colonial streets, and medium high modern skyscrapers actually reminded me of Montreal in Canada. Another travel chapter a decade ago, another contient.
I went to the island Koh Rong on the internet it looked like paradise.
However, as I got to the ferry a lot of mainly British Gen Z mullets with the token moustache on gap years were lining up for the ferry. The island seemed to be made popular from Tik Tok. Tik Toxicity culture. At least it provides a boosted economy for the island people.
At the other chronological timeline old European men again mainly British on the street I was staying In Pnomh Penh. To me it looked like they were exploiting young women in the girl bars and being exploited by the women at the same time. A place with bad vibes those streets.
Sometimes these streets tell stories though.
Who am I to judge?
Would these trying to be cool island trip kids someday become burned out pension day drinkers, A depressing cycle of generic mediocrity. Its strange what time does to the human being.
The eternal wheel or is there more can we break the cycle?
The last hangover of people from colonial Europe. The new Phnom Penh was booming perhaps with Chinese money.
I still get the feeling that the Sun is still rising in the east. Even the chaos of India. From chaos perhaps order will come in a few decades time.
A positive future, well at least something is moving in a direction.
Outside this, the tropical beach swimming on the island was beautiful but an aimless anti climax.
It was too blue it felt like a simulation, perhaps sharks were nearby just offshore where the colorful fishing boats floated that caught the low afternoon sun.
The Cambodians of Phnomh Penh were mostly nice people. Families played in parks as the hot hot sun baked the city. I got the impression April was a month of waiting for the rains to cool things down.
Rain washes away the past and creates a new beginning…
Tomorrow, I get the bus to Ho Chi Minh city. Vietnam.
Resources & Links From This Blog Post
Koh Rong Island - Wikipedia Entry
Phnom Penh - Wikipedia Entry
National Museum Of Cambodia - Wikipedia Entry
