• RECOVERING ENERGY
  • RECOVERING ENERGY
  • RECOVERING ENERGY
  • RECOVERING ENERGY
  • RECOVERING ENERGY
  • RECOVERING ENERGY
  • RECOVERING ENERGY
  • RECOVERING ENERGY
  • RECOVERING ENERGY

RECOVERING ENERGY

This morning I woke up alone. There had always been the three of us, but today they two headed the North. I have stayed in Kampong Cham preparing the workshops and activities that we will develop here with Krousar Thmey. Finally, we’ll do the workshops on the last week of April because before it was too messy with the Khmer New Year holidays. To tell the truth, I am fine with it because I needed a break. It is weird to see my bicycle parked alone. There had always been the three of them and now you can only see mine, tilted, and the empty space of the other two. I wander for a while with the bike, I don’t know what to do and I end up appearing at the bamboo bridge. There are some abandoned ships. I get closer to them and I see they are long canoes and the make me think about the life they’ve had, about how they’ve been used and, now, they float there, abandoned. When I look in front of me I see the island and I feel like going there. You only have to pay a few cents of euro. It is unbearably hot, so I park my bike, take my stuff and go there. Setting the towel is unfeasible; it’s twelve o’clock ad the sun is hitting hard. Although I really feel like going to the beach, I’d rather look for a place with shade not to melt. I see an area, by the shore, with little huts wit straw roofs and, for a few cents again, I take one and… ahhhh… that’s nice! I sit there and te fresh air comes to me. I disconnect for while and I prepare the activities. Around me, in the other huts, people play with rubber rings and I take some pictures. Suddenly it is four o’clock; I come back to the hotel with renewed energy to begin tomorrow with more strength.

 

Skills: ISL - LSE, ON WHEELS, the route

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