The wind is gently blowing my hair, carrying with it the
heavy gray clouds of an afternoon rainstorm. From the fifth story balcony where
my hammock is stretched, I’m watching the storm slowly block out the sunlight
and waiting for the rain. The street below is as loud as ever, with children’s
shouts, honking, vendors ringing bells, and the distant and mechanical sounds
of construction. As soon as the rain begins to fall on the bright orange, green
and blue roofs around me, everyone will rush to find cover. Shopkeepers will
hurry to cover their stalls with tarps, motorcyclists will gather under trees,
and the industrious few will make use of the water to mop roofs and sidewalks.
This is what I’m waiting for.
It’s become a daily routine, to wait for the rain. Today my
timing was off, as I had planned to walk to the market until I stepped outside
and saw the clouds. My dreams of iced coffee and errands will have to be pushed
to tomorrow morning. I’m learning this city, though slowly for now.
When I left the States, I really had no plan other than to
stop by London for a week and then appear jobless and hopeful in Phnom Penh.
And so after a week visiting friends in London, I did appear, jobless and
hopeful in a country I had never really thought too much about. What surprised me though, was how incredibly
familiar and yet totally unexpected Cambodia has been so far. Everything from
walking through a market to driving around town on a friend’s motorcycle has
been so easy.
I find myself constantly expecting life as a foreigner here
to feel similar to my other experiences as a foreigner in India or Egypt. While
the smells and sounds and sights are the same, the feeling is something
entirely new. After my first day exploring the market alone, I came home to tell
my friend how bizarre it was to see girls of all ages walking around, driving
around alone, something you would rarely see in Delhi or Cairo. And foreigners
here wander peacefully through the streets, without constantly being targeted
by shopkeepers. The traffic is entirely manageable, it might actually be worse
in Nashville. This city is calm and relaxed in a way my past experiences in
other cities never were. Everyone smiles constantly and genuinely. Other than
the threat of bags being snatched, Phnom Penh feels safe. It feels easy.
It’s only been one week so I’m sure all these observations
will shift and change as layers of cultural complexity are added to them. This
weekend, some friends and I are going north to explore Siem Reap and tour the
famous Angkor Wat. I’m looking forward to seeing more of this land and
continuing to learn bit by bit about this country where I’ve spontaneously landed.
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