Saturday morning take
It’s my morning. Maybe my best times here are before people start going. From some arbitrary time most mornings, Cambodian people are out. Then there’s the sound of motos ramping up, conversations cycling and kids playing at being kids. This neighborhood starts early. My wife usually joins in with the word extravaganza. Where we lived before it wasn’t so easy to hear it all. People there stayed to themselves. Here everyone is packed in. So what one person says is easily heard by others that then join in. The result is a cacophony of sounds. Neighbors find something to contribute. Others go wherever. Some people here work. Others don’t seem to.
It’s a Saturday morning in our little slice of rural Cambodian life. I’ve had mixed feelings since forever about living here. I don’t really need all the social interaction and talking. Khmer people thrive on it. If it’s not face to face it’s face to social network.
So I just usually wait now until I like walking. These days earlier. Today no exception. I’ll go for the coffee and walk that takes me away.
This blog post has no point if you are wondering. My little verbal wandering until the physical starts. After 6am everything picks up. Often my wife is a willing participant. I admit to ignoring most of it. I don’t particularly like our neighborhood or most of its denizens.
Then to coffee
I took this nice morning walk and ended at one of my favorite Khmer coffee places. Always welcomed here and I like it. So here ya go. A rather pointless meander from words to feet. A distressing video from a vlogger living here about his state of self. I could not watch it all. I’ll just take what I have. No trades. I do wish him well. He lives in a better place now. This life he can do. I don’t know how people live in America or Australia. I couldn’t do it. I’m broken and want a rather pointless life with no reminders. This slow move of life in Siem Reap that I can do. I’m glad he’s here now. I’m glad I’m here now. Friends of mine in America suffered with choices when they “aged out” working in IT. They needed a step. I took mine. Some days I have issues here. This disconnect from expat to Cambodian. I’ll take that.
Life here is this day to day thing. This is Saturday morning. My coffee awaits.
