"Hey, What if we go to China?”
One of the things I considered when I left that trip is not going to wonder nothing. No matter where you go, no matter what I do, no matter where they sleep and where you eat, who touch or spend the day or hours of beer at sunset. Nothing but a soft and decided to get carried away. The, using the high Manolo poetry, "How sweet to be the white cloth filled with the wind, Sailboat glad rears ".
Being the only objective. And, covered in that philosophy, you can pass things like three days ago, when, in nth bus going north, and left, pusimos in talking to Peter, a Belgian traveling alone through Asia for a year and still has another turn as top, and relatarnos hear the wonders which he visited in China: "May soon be a tourist destination saturated, but now is the perfect time to go to discover and find a way of life completely different from anything we know ". And we looked at each other and said: "You know what, Peter? We've convinced, we go to China ".
So begins the last leg of the journey through Cambodia, a la provincia Agricola of Ratanikiri. And still with a small and cozy guest house on the edge of a lake with the best sunsets in Asia, that are accompanied by a pot of nutella beckoning miraculously found on the counter of a shop dumpy. We will eat in one sitting, primero with a baguette, and with fingers after, still anxious, while listening to the classic itunes Celtic Aged, Loquillo or The Last in Line. When you're so far from home, stuff you reconcile with life.
Cambodia is red. No rain for months, and clay in the soil is transferred to the tree, who painted ocher. The houses, tejados the con dos aguas, huge pillars rise above sometimes more than three meters. There may be better thought. In winter, helps bridge height mudslides that left six months a year the monsoon. In summer, no shade better than the house itself to combat the stifling heat up puddles you thought.
Under these pillars life unfolds. The children lay in the hammocks, or playing chase chickens. Pigs roam, and dogs look with disgust face the visitor. The women smile and cooked huge pots of rice and cabbage masterfully cut, onion and carrot. The seeds are dried in the sun and here and there are huge chunks of watermelon, Dragon fruit or melons. Men returning from the fields with the face of exhaustion and sit in the shade to drink rice wine.
There is a huge lake where women bathe fully clothed, and men also
We rented some bikes and we went to see a waterfall of expected nothing and have proven to be a good show. One of the waterfalls has a huge cave under, which can be accessed by some juggling. There is a huge lake where women bathe fully clothed, and men also. Children come to the road to greet us and shout "hello", hands and we collide.
We stopped to take shelter from the sweltering heat of noon in a kind of road tavern. There are guys singing karaoke. We have passed the microphone and have sung with them, and drank a spirit of those who bore the esophagus to all who are not pirates or steppe wolves. We are taught to count to ten in Cambodia ... As I am not pirate or Steppenwolf, but good cat and domesticated, I do not remember anything ... the second sip was drunk. Can you imagine how I came home with the bike ...
We also met two American. One is of Cambodian origin and came to visit the land of their ancestors. He has told his story. Put the goose bumps. His parents met in a refugee camp in Thailand, miraculously escaped the Pol Pot regime. He recently widowed and the new family brought three children. The Khmer Rouge took his wife and two sons. She had also lost her husband and two other small bore. They left to live in the Philippines, and then jumped to the U.S.. But never got adapted. Today the father has returned to Cambodia, and the mother waits in Denver to young children are older to return also. Just a tragic story in a country of tragedy.
Yesterday we gave a day of luxury. We went to a hotel called Red Lands, which has a pool of tale, for whose use we paid five U.S. dollars, a bundle here. The vegetation gets almost on the water. At dinner time we sat down to watch life go by with beers and a kind of rice rolls with banana and meringue in the post with the most adorable family there.
Tomorrow we go to Laos. Because we are so organizaditos, do not know if we can cross the border, because it did not fall on getting the visa at the embassy in Phnom Pen. Here the "travel agents" do not agree. Some tell us not to worry, we can do the paperwork at the border. And other, the most, that neither we dream, that we will play in the capital volver. So it goes in Cambodia. Everything is maybe yes, may not. And always a kind gesture, and a smile. Just throw a coin, ver salt dear to you.
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gore
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…y si sale cruz, sure you will put the best face he!
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Eva
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I love it when you send photos.
Yesterday I was reading you and my son asked me who was, I showed your photo and told her mother's friend was far away and told us stories via computer, he said to ask you if you can go to that swimm, swim already..
That, I send it postage due????
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juancho
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Hehe… Avoid!!! I did not send him there, I'm not going to find and just gets sad… I tell you the address of next week… bs
Gore, 'll see me venir to Nepal??? Is, cheer…
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