Here are some of the shots I got during this week’s flooding in Siem Reap. They have, for the most part subsided. But with another six weeks of rainy season to go, chances are we haven’t seen the worst of it.
What I loved about flooding here was how fun everything was. The old me would have winced at the thought of a week without my beloved maxis, wading through warm brown water up to my knees, and worrying about the ever present “crocodile rumours”, but I’m proud of how, like my issues with geckos, ants and even scorpions, I’m embracing where I am and becoming way more laid back about the things that grossed me out before – I’ll never be down with cockroaches though.
At home flooding like this would be seen as a natural disaster, the army would be called in and insurance companies would be flipping out. Here it’s more like a snow day. Everyone, both adults and kids, go out to play, businesses stay open and cars and motos still drive down the street. And like a snow day, no matter how much you moan about it, your heart sinks a little when you see the flooding melt away.
These two boys were loads of fun, soaking wet, splashing about, and hitching a lift on every truck that passed.