I have been to Kampong Cham city for a month. Now I have closed the workshops and I am heading north to meet Berta and María, who are opening the exhibition at Ratanakiri’s cultural centre. I have been thinking about it and I am going to go there by bus; I have done all the way until here by bicycle, but climbing the mountain and riding so many kilometres back is overwhelming for me, it is too much.
So, I loaded my bike on a bus and I left to Mondulkiri, which is a province located in the Northeast part, in the border with Vietnam and near Lao. We started going up the mountains with the bus; lots of turns and many slopes, both sides of the road surrounded by the forest, everything was green, it was beautiful. After a long while climbing, the soil becomes red. This zone is different, it doesn’t look like the Cambodia I have known until today.They told me how hard it was to go up and now I can understand why.
The bus stopped at Sen Monorom, a city among the mountains, with bright Green colours which create wonderful landscapes, most over after all the heat I have born.
Next morning I decided to go on a trip with the bicycle to the area where there are elephants. There are some waterfalls where they bath them and I felt like seeing it. When I got to the place, there were no elephants. Suddenly I met an Irish guy who works at a food store and we sit by the waterfall to chat. He told me he had already been here for three years and he invited me to a coffee. He was building a house in the area which was his illusion.
Later on I got closer to the water, there were many children playing and I entertained myself taking some photos of them. The water is very orange due to the soil it brings with her.
I came back to speak with the Irish guy, who told me about the Bunong minority, an ethnic who lives in this area of Cambodia. They come from India and they have suffered a lot because of the proximity to the Vietnamese border, which was affected by the war. He suggested to go to see their crafting, and so we did. There was an old foreigner man there, with a long beard and a half opened eye; he was American and he could speak basic Sign Language. He had already been here for twenty years and he hadn’t been to America for long because he had all his family in Cambodia. He showed me many artcrafts. I don’t know… I thought, he has been here for twenty years… where will I be when I am an old man? I don’t know, we will see…