Lake Sunset
Wednesday, January 25th, 2006a journal entry..
1-10-06
-last day in Siem Reap.
Trying to decide what to do. I’m really tired, so is Becky. Myra & Marjos come in. I’m almost asleep. They want to rent a bike for a while. I tell them to go on without me, but after they leave I decide I’m going to be missing out and go after them.
We get the bikes & start riding away from the guesthouse along the river. Things suddenly get very quiet as we pedal through and away from the busy part of Siem Reap. Just real people living, a small shop or restaurant, or a street stall.
A kid rides up alongside me and starts talking. It turns out I’m the first person oustside school hes got a chance to practice english with. He talks to me a bit & then falls back to Marjos. I ride up ahead to Myra.
Everything kind of opens up as we get further along. There are fields on both sides with palm trees & some kind of canal or river running through it. Theres a kid & his dad fishing in the brown water. The kid is throwing the net in and diving into the water. They’ve caught a few catfish which they keep in a cage dipped in the water.
Its about 3 or 4 and the sky is clear blue all the way across except for some thin clouds on the horizon.
We ride on and come to a stop where a man comes out & asks us i fwe want to continue up and head for a sunset boat trip. We but tickets for $6 and ride up. Its quite a ways up on a dirt road. On the sides are small wooden thatch houses. Kids are running in the street and people are just doing their things. Nobody is giving us the ‘what the fuck are you doing here’ look, and we see a few tourists coming back, so I think we’re on the right track.
We eventually make it to the water, lock up our bikes and hop on a boat. Its driven by Dre, an 18 yr. old Cambodian guy. The boat is about 12 ft. long and is driven by an old crank motor. Its only me, Myra, and Marjos and I see some other boats drive by full.
Dre takes us up the river which is basically a floating town. House boats on the side, even a Catholic church. All floating. Dre points out the school, the church, and some other ecological boat/building. He also tells us that there are 3 peoples living here – Cambodia, Vietnamese, and Muslim. Why is unclear.
The river opens up to a huge lake and we go a ways out. Its now aobut 5:30 and the sun is about to go down. This is the place where people take the boat to Phnom Phen.
2 little girls are floating on the water, splashing each other from the buckets they are riding in. Myra takes a picture, one of them smiles & gives the peace sign.
Out on the middle of the lake the sunset is amazing & when the sun drops, everything goes a shade of purple. I’m wondering if Marjos feels left out since Myra & I are together talking or holding hands or whatever. I think she is ok, we don’t ignore her & go back to sit with her.
We head back in after the sunset. The colors coming back in are worth the whole trip.
As we are coming back in, the smell of smoke is in the air – cooking fires from the houseboats. The trees and bushes lining our way back stand out as silouhettes against the orange sky at the horizen, gently fading up into a grey-blue.