Floating Village and Rainbow
Here is a floating village on Tonle Lake. This is the kind of place our grocery store woman of yesterday would visit to sell her wares. We might call these houseboats. Some of them looked too ramshackle to move, but maybe when a storm comes, they do move them.
For that matter, the little boat we took for our excursion looked too ramshackle to be moved. I’m not much of a swimmer, so I took my cameras from my neck and held them in my lap. I didn’t want to have to unsnarl myself underwater. We made it back safely, though. I’ve noticed that I have a rather unrealistic attitude when I am traveling. Just because it is my vacation, I have a sense that nothing can go wrong. But our constant news with it’s knell of dire happenings around the world is beginning to disabuse me of that foolish notion. When I saw our boat, dim visions of sinking ferries started to surface in my subconscious. I made sure to sit where I could easily abandon ship.
One more comment after looking at my photo. All those bushes in the water…imagine how many snakes live in there. Thousands and thousands of them.