I find myself thinking daily of the things I both love and hate in Siem Reap as I walk down its streets. So I thought I'd share some of these feelings!
I love how people smile just because you waved at them.
I relish in being called beautiful, knowing full well that it’s due to my wretchedly pale skin and not because of anything else.
I truly enjoy being in a place that feels exotic yet has most of the comforts of home. This is not because I NEED said comforts but it’s nice to have them around if I find myself wanting them and let’s be honest there are definitely times when you’re travelling where you think, “If I have to put one more grain of rice, satay skewer or strange root past my lips I’m going to freakin’ lose it!”
I love watching street kids taking a break from their jobs by flinging themselves off the twisted branches of trees, into the Siem Reap River.
I hate saying no to someone who has been the victim of a landmine. However if I didn’t then I’d find myself peddling books and paintings on the streets annoying people.
I love how little kids will run up to you and hold onto your pant leg as they look up into your face with amazement painted across their faces.
I detest automatically feeling sorry for a landmine victim. They lost a limb not their dignity and I feel like that “awe poor you” feeling I get somehow strips them of their dignity whether they realize it or not.
I love seeing buildings that were constructed thousands of years ago and revered to this day by the decedents of those who dreamed them up.
Well said!
ReplyDeleteReally love the simple structure of this piece - it makes great reading.
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