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Page 1: Family CircleBy Darina Hul
Thursday, October 18th, 2001
I did not sleep well the night before our departure from Siem Riap. I felt a strange aching in my stomach as I walked towards the ports, anticipating my ride back to Phnom Penh. The wind had changed course, not allowing any rays of sunlight to embrace the Cambodia sky.
I did not want to leave the beautiful city, nor did I want to depart from the temples that had given so much inspiration and meaning to my culture and my way of life. Sadly enough, I was on the boat ride back towards the capital. The long five and a half hour boat ride back was complemented by an additional five and a half hours of the constant buzzing of Cambodian comedies and karaoke. The same karaoke that I had dreaded on my way towards Siem Riap was the exact same karaoke that I had to endure back to Phnom Penh. It was awful.
We arrived at the busy docks of Phnom Penh, greeted by motorcycle taxis searching the crowd for potential customers. My taxi arrived just in time, as I walked through the hectic mass of natives. The weather was as hot and humid as ever and I wanted to get out of heat and into the well air-conditioned taxi. The enormous number of bystanders, the busy merchants and the bumpy roads proved that I was once again in Phnom Penh.
We traveled through the overpopulated streets and on our way to Pochentong Airport. My family and I were going to pick up my cousins who were arriving from France. Its amazing how many family members I met during my visit to Cambodia. People you never knew existed, become a part of your family (whether immediate or distant) in some way, and it strikes me as humorous. It is strange and almost wonderful to know that my relatives are living all over the world, in Cambodia as well as France. Through this lesson, Ive come to the conclusion that if youre Cambodian, youre related to every other Cambodian in some way.
The airport was a portrait of dozens of fellow Cambodians waiting for his or her friends and family to arrive. I tried my best to drink plenty of bottled water, but it did very little to help improve my comfort with the weather. My cousin along with his wife arrived and I warmly greeted them for the first time. |
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