It really pays to have your camera with you at all times. You never know what or who you’re going to bump into.
Take for example this photo below.
I was on my way to the mall to check out a u22 recommended by a friend for a small recording project I was doing when I decided to stop by the Post Office to check my mailbox. On my way out, I spotted a moving sign from afar and before I knew it, I realised it’s “ho” wandering in the streets, probably looking for “hi” 🙂
I just want to share these photos for this week’s Photo Hunt before going to bed.
First is of my dog, Red. I caught him sleeping soundly again, with his head resting on the front wheel of yobo’s bicycle, oblivious to the hustle and bustle around him.
He is already nine months old and is a carbon copy of his father, Joe. I sometimes mistake him as Joe. Red can be demanding at times – demanding a scratch, demanding play but he also knows what NO means. I hope he won’t have any serious illness just like what Max and Joe had when they were puppies. Veterinary treatment and care in Cambodia is expensive and antibiotics like posatex otic are not readily available. Keeping a pet (in our case, pets) is a big responsibility and we want to provide our dogs the best care and happy environment as much as we can.
The second is a photo of motorbikes. Yobo (da husband) and I went window-shopping for motobikes along Sihanouk Boulevard. There were so many – new ones, secondhand ones. Big bikes, small bikes; big wheels, small wheels. Name it, you’ll find it there. Not a fan of motorbikes myself but my husband is.
Hello there, friends. How have you all been?
Wow, my unplanned AWOL from blogging lasted long enough!
One of the reasons for my absence is because I have been spending so much time doing some crafting. Also, I’ve been busy, busy, busy practicing with dip pens and dabbling in watercolours these past few weeks. Learning to write with dip pens is a challenging, tedious process and could get messy, too. Ink stains and paper catching on the nib. Another thing I learned is to be not too hard and forgive myself. Start over, and over until the desired results is achieved. Otherwise, I’d just drop everything down and give up.
And because I was totally occupied with what I consider “other” things (see above) lately, today, I found myself wondering at some chores that are begging for my attention and waiting to be done. Like the mountain of fresh laundry and the full trash bins, pleading to be folded and emptied out, respectively. And not to forget, we have cabinets and shelves that need replacing (which reminds me I need to look for cabinet organizersonline). There is also the never-ending task of arranging and re-arranging my my craft tools and materials. Card stocks and washi tapes need sorting out. Nibs and paint brushes need to be cleaned and dried and ink spills waiting to be scrubbed off. Sometimes I wish I have a magic wand so I could just flick it, say the magic words and voila – everything’s in order again.
And by the way, it’s the Chinese New Year and we are in the year of the Goat. Or sheep, depending on who you ask.
I could feel the holiday rush yesterday (en route to meeting a friend) when I got stranded in a traffic along the intersection of Mao Tse Tung and Monireth Boulevards. The traffic lights were working alright but the onslaught of traffic from every direction was just too much. Vehicles were inching slooooowly. Some motos just sat there, blocking other vehicles. No one gave way. And so, I was stranded.
How nice it would be, I thought, to just close my eyes and wish the traffic congestion is gone.
But, this is how it is in Cambodia.
Anyways, Gong Xi Fa Cai, my friends! Good health, good luck, and much happiness for all of us throughout the New Year of the Sheep (or Goat)! Let’s enjoy the holidays.
One of the fascinating provinces I visited in Cambodia is Ratanakiri. It is home to indigenous hill tribes in Cambodia. One of the hill tribes that I find interesting is the Kroeung tribe. This group has one of the unique traditions that are still practiced up to this day.
One of these is involving teenage boys and girls. When Kroeung teenagers reach a certain age, they build the so-called bachelor or bachelorette houses, such as the ones you see below.
These bachelor and bachelorette houses are temporary shelters for teenaged Kroeung boys and girls looking for potential mates. It may seem controversial to some but this is a tradition that has been passed on from generation to generation. Once they’ve found their mates, these houses are then destroyed. More about this here.
Here’s another post, recalling some moments associated with the signs that I took a photo of during my Laos trip.
After crossing the Laos border and finishing immigration formalities at noontime, we were picked up by a van along with many other backpackers. The van traversed a smooth highway that didn’t seem to end and with hardly a traffic at that time of the day. The view was pretty much the same as the Cambodian countryside and the weather equally as hot as a sunny day in Cambodia.
An hour or so later, after passing through several villages and Wat Phu signs, we were deposited at a pier (the name escapes me now). A lot of those who were with us in the van were going to Don Det, a small island sitting in the middle of the Laos side of the Mekong River, while my husband and I had to wait for another van that would take us to Pakse.
Don Det, I found out, is one of the bigger islands of Si Phan Don (meaning 4,000 islands) measuring about four kilometers long and is a backpacker’s haven.
After so many years, I found the SD card that contained most of my travel pictures. Happy head now that I’m reunited with my Laos pictures, some five years later!
This photo below was taken in one of the road trips my husband and I did some years ago. Of course, my travelling doll, Khmer Iggy, was with me during that trip. Khmer Iggy finds the buses in Laos delightfully colourful, except for a few that are -ahem- gaudily decorated. You can find more of Khmer Iggy and her other sisters’ travels around the world here – Postcards from Miss Igorota.
The sign on the side of the bus says “Vientiane, Pakse”.
Paksé is a city in Champasak district of Laos and is the halfway-point to Vientiane, the capital, when entering Laos via one of the border crossing in Cambodia’s Stung Treng province. It is also one of the most-visited cities in Laos due to its popular attractions of Wat Phu (an ancient Khmer temple ruins) and Si Phan Don (popularly known as the 4,000islands, much similar to the Philippines’ Hundred Islands).
Earlier today I was scrambling to finish a report that had been put aside for many weeks now but – the heck – I just couldn’t finish it. I was mad at myself. The longer I stared at the monitor, the Bs and the Os started looking rather voluptuous and moving in rhythmical, slo-mo manner.
Before this optical illusion consumed me, I was jolted back to reality when one of Monmon’s minions* brought in a cup of Vietnamese espresso. The strong aroma awakened me from my morning echos-moment and got me craving for a cuppa,too. I don’t know why the sudden craving. The longer I look at Monmon’s coffee-cup filled with black liquid, the more sinister it got as if it was willing me to do something.
In my head I could almost here a voice crying – duuuude, where’s my bleeping coffee?