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 […]
Tag: Signs of Times
The other day I mentioned about getting stranded along Mao Tse Tung Boulevard near Chenla Theater.
Well, a flyover bridge or a sky-bridge is currently under construction in my neck of the woods. Work began last year and it’s expected to be completed in December this year. This flyover, the fourth in the country, is being built to help ease traffic congestion along the Russian Federation, Kampuchea Krom and Mao Tse Tung (Tuol Kork lights) areas.
I live in Tuol Kork and it is already a nightmare along the Tuol Kork intersection during the peak-hours and the recent construction activities and barriers have worsened the situation. Once I got stuck in this area for two hours, hungry and feeling dizzy as I was unfortunately engulfed in a mixture of fume, dust and BOs. Next time, I’ll keep a bottle of deodorant or pinaud after shave to give to the offender in case I’d get stranded again. Just kidding.
This was a sign I made when we had guests from WarmShowers. In June, we hosted two – a couple from England, and a solo cyclist from Australia. It was really nice to meet them and my husband, who was also a touring cyclist before, and I loved listening to their adventures in different parts of the world. We’ve been on-and-off hosts since 2006 and, so far, we had hosted couples and solo cyclists from Canada, Spain, and the USA.
N.B. Please excuse the other sign that I deliberately pixelized. It showed our house and street numbers 🙂
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.