Here it is, the day of the last times.
For the last time breakfast in front of the pool, the last morning conversation with the young lady at the reception ("When do you come back to Cambodia?"), the last pickup in front of the hotel, the last time taking a seat on the bus, the last wave to Siem Reap disappearing behind me in the morning mist, the last, but long and - as it turns out later - arduous stage to Phnom Phen.
Boiled Beetles and Spiders
Through the window the view to changing landscapes, green and yellow and brown, white, skinny cows, rubbish on the wayside, children, women in their colored dresses, but it's different. The mind is already far away, on the way back, to next Monday, the dreaded, inevitable, next working day, waiting for me ...
A stop reveals special treats. There are some grilled (?), cooked (?), fried beetles. They look like cockroaches, but can it really be that the Cambodians eat these awful things?
Well, I have seen worse things (the giant spiders as a highlight), but my hunger has drastically reduced given the food available.
Back in Phnom Penh
It's actually a tiresome long trip to Phnom Penh, but at least I'm expected at the terminus by my house and yard rickshaw driver. I sent him a text message with the approximate time of arrival (which was exceeded by hours, but who cares?). He takes me to my hotel in the shabby city district, where it is best to leave the house in the evening with a Kalaschnikov.
A thoughtful evening
It is a thoughtful evening at the last dinner in Phnom Penh with a review of the trip. Not that the weeks have flown by, no, the time seems longer, much longer, it is stretched, filled with a thousand impressions and moments, with memories of conversations, of people, with the permanent flow of thoughts (and finally also those that I have not already thought a million times before) ... And yet they are now over, the beautiful days, and a wistful feeling creeps in.
Note: The barely distinctive days and weeks, representing our normal daily life, the regularity, the equality of the things that one thinks and says and does, make one’s life short, passing in the wink of an eye.
Escaping this phenomenon, it means to get out of the daily mill and to dive deep into the eventful game of the unknown day to come …
P.S. Matching Song: Ramones - Spiderman
And here the journey continues ...
