The day after Angkor Wat is bound to be a little bit of a letdown. It occurred to me that the categories of what people look for in traveling (in the order I appreciate them) is:
- the world of humans interacting with each other
- man-made wonders
- scenic beauty
- food
- people-to-people exchanges
- animals
I’m sure I’ve left out some categories. The top five are very close in my preferences. I’m not against seeing animals but it’s really not my thing. Today was mostly #1 but also #3, 4 and 5.
We drove out of Siem Reap to the fishing village with stilt houses called Kampong Khleang. On the way, our guide stopped to buy us some barbecued frogs. Keith ate his and enjoyed it more than me. I had just a taste and found the bones to be hard to swallow. Keith said the leg was the best part.
The town was dusty but full of the kind of life I appreciate.
The water level was very low now but in the wet season the lake rises to within 1 meter of the houses.
I got a little of a person-to person exchange with the boy who was helping with the boat. He was very good in math and had started school a year early. He was in seventh grade but they had not taught him signed numbers. He was good at multiplying two-digit numbers though. The guide was also very impressed with the boy.
It’s impossible to describe driving in SE Asia. Here’s a typical car.
Lunch was “Chicken Curry in Young Coconut (Simmered Potato, Carrot, Chicken, Coconut Cream, and Curry Sauce)” and “Fried Local Fish with Khmer Curry Sauce, Shallots, and Lime Leaves Dressing”
I almost bought this elephant piece. If it was later in the trip I would have bought it but the idea of lugging it around for the next 3 weeks was too much.
I was not expecting my luggage to be found by today so it was a pleasant surprise to find it at our hotel. It had been all over the place. I could finally get out of the jeans I came in and into shorts.
I wonder if Cambodian people came to Indiana, PA whether they would be amazed at the way we live. We assume that the US is the normal way to live and everyone else is strange; or worse, we think they are inferior. That boy is probably having a great life in this fishing village with houses on stilts.
This was a wonderful way to end our too-short visit to Cambodia. I am partially left haunted by the Killing Fields especially as told by our guide. I am also left with the joy of Angkor Wat. The thought of me growing up in the floating village was a good last call. We left for Ho Chi Minh City that evening.





































