Battambang, four hours down the road from Siem Reap - mainly here because I don’t want to take a 10 hour bus to Phnom Penh, but also because good old Lonely Planet reckons everyone loves it’ for its’ charm, slower pace of life, art district, colonial architecture etc. Meet the smiling German Katja on the way there - doesn’t book ahead because that’s how she rolls (I STILL DON’T UNDERSTAND THIS) and gets through the tuk tuk driver scrum with me to my hostel, which is meant to be pretty decent. Arranged to meet up next day to check out the ‘big’ Battambang attractions of the Bamboo Railway, and a giant batcave that a horde of bats (six million, or something) leave every evening, plus misc other things. Run into Katja in town anyway, grab a bite at one of the many ‘socially responsible’ restaurants/shops that dot some Cambodian towns. Katja was some sort of marketing supremo for BIC in Germany, did a lot of South American work and so spending several months there after SE Asia. Is doing a SCUBA course in Thailand. Interesting idea.
So the Bamboo train is some sort of hangover from the Khmer Rouge - they destroyed the trains and mined the roads, railways and rivers out of Cambodia to stop people leaving, and when they were booted out, at least in theory people could use rail again, except not really any trains
Woke up one day thinking the bar downstairs had gone a bit far what with techno music at 5am and all. Realise later that these are the women down the road doing their morning aerobics. Still annoying but a little bit funny at least. Love the bar area, ‘hang out’ and talk to whoever, including the middle-aged Canadian Hare Krishna dude who just sat there riffing on everything that came to mind - karma is a wheel, trying to get this friends to come to India with him, border police everywhere Americans and their guns, his criminal convictions (for what I don’t remember), all sorts - try and get a word in to look interested every now and then but basically leave him to it.
Having passed or run into roommate Zoe about six times to converse about everything Battambang, decide to go along with her to the ‘behind the scenes’ of the Phare circus - basically a troupe that provides free training for street kids, orphans etc to do performance/circus work. Invented in Battambang but biggest in Siem Reap
Back from art-ing time for our ‘free’ (well y’know) cycle tour with a couple of students, one doing English Lit, one doing Banking - they want to start a proper tourism business when they’ve graduated, so probably not a bad start doing this biking thing. He thought we wanted change when one of us gave $10 at the end of the trip...no, and I still had to give MY $10. Yes some of them are pretty damned poor. More of a food tour through a bunch of villages, seeing how they make rice wine (not that strong unless you’re Zoe), dried banana (ripping good snack, ahh lots of flies around though), rice paper (got to pretend to crush some, even more impressive when some chooks came to sit with me?) and some other stuff (i’ll remember later) but not sticky rice cooking bamboo, dang vendors had run out. Attempted many photos of kids yelling ‘hello!’ at us but couldn’t make it work from a bike. Pretty damned hot so many many drinks of water.
‘Phare’ Circus performance later that night. Ripping good time with the performers acting out something to do with an unpopular villager trying to endear himself to them? Ah whatever. While it sort of felt like a male strip show at times (topless burly smiling sweaty guys running around for most of it) they know their stuff. Ripping good music too. Nothing more elaborate than bamboo poles and some balancing acts and dancing but really well done. Could just hang here for days, but onwards to Phnom Penh.
Battambang - old stick
Thursday, December 03, 2015