Doug’s Cambodia
September 2015
“It’s just after 5.00am, early morning. I stirred not that long ago, the morning air is refreshingly cool, a brief respite from the heat that I know is to come. As I look at the awakening sky there is not a breath of air; the trees stand motionless ..... yes, it’s going to be another hot, still day, a constant here ”
I first travelled to Cambodia early 2007 & living here for close to 7 years now, & those word I wrote some years ago still very much apply today . It’s always hot in Cambodia, wet or dry season alike. The difference now is that I cope with it far better than before... I guess I have acclimatised to some extent &, I have found, the best thing is to just not think about it. I continue enjoy Cambodia very much. Aside from my personal relationship with Avee, I work with, & meet some amazing people. I watch as those young children, those street beggars I first met all those years ago, develop & grow into teenagers, young adults, & wonder at their achievements. One can only be proud of them I have said much about The Green Gecko Project, the work it does & the Gecko kids over the years & to a lesser extent about Cambodia itself. However, I thought it time to perhaps show you a little of the Cambodia from another perspective. I am by no means a photographer ....far from it, but nonetheless, I hope you enjoy..........
Doug
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There is something about being on the inside. A protection, a security, a calmness, & cosy if you will, watching the drops splash against the window pane, the rivulets meandering downwards forming a delta of rivers on their journey . The rain drops making their metallic symphony on the tin sheathed roof above, the crescendo shifting & changing as if in time with the baton directions of the Maestro...yes, a warmth comes with the rain when on the inside. But, in the early hours of this morn I awoke to the tempest of war, the sky was almost as if day; the lightening putting on its spectacular show, & just as night follows day, a constant heavy rolling of a thunderous noise across the heavens. The usually comforting metallic sound like hammers of a force demanding entry, demanding to have its way. The howling wind, tossing the leaves of the banana trees in a frenzied mayhem, forcing its will on the stalks of the bamboo thicket..they bending to their extremes, refusing to yield to the ultimate...the breaking point. The noise to the point of deafening. Yes, there is something about being on the inside at such times, and in the early hours of this morn, a wonderment, an excitement at what this home of ours presents at times. A thankfulness that mother nature's show was limited to a small demonstration of her power this day. And, a fleeting thought of apprehension at her message, one which makes me recoil at the thought of her ever wishing to demonstrate to me, first hand, the fury & violence of her ultimate power. Many have ..... (Suong .. near Kampong Cham)