Posts Tagged ‘Phnom Penh’

Buddhas, Buddhas Everywhere

Friday, April 12th, 2013

A Buddha here, a Buddha there

Oh my God – that’s him right

There are Buddha’s absolutely everywhere

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Looking inward, looking outward

Looking down from on High

Eyes closed and at peace

Some staring up at the sky

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Leaning, kneeling

Faded and peeling

Female persona

This one’s a loner

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Draped in flowers

Housed in towers

Faithful followers

Standers and bowers

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Present throughout the world

Looking might daze ya

For the real Buddha experience

You must visit Asia

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Staring. Wondering.

Sunday, April 7th, 2013

My safe haven’s here

Held by Daddy’s arms

I’m keeping an eye on you

Mum’s listening to psalms

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I’d like to know a little more

About why you’re looking at me

But don’t you come too close

I’ll peer at you – I can see

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Safety – it’s right here

Here in this skin

I know him and her

Their my real blood kin

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Staring. Wondering.

Not sure about you

You over there

Why do you keep looking

Why do you stare

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Connected by sight

That’s enough, show some respect

I’m shy don’t you know

What do you expect

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Ah, that’s better

Your walking away

Have fun in Phnom Penh

Enjoy your stay

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I love little kids

They inquisitive little things

But don’t get too close

Some are unsure what it brings

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A Kindergarten On The Streets

Saturday, April 6th, 2013

A child threads cotton balls onto a wool covered pipe cleaner in a kindergarten near a quaint sleepy village in the United Kingdom – they call it play, developmental learning.  On an expansive open-air park in the middle of Phnom Penh, Cambodia a 2 year old threads fish balls onto a wooden skewer – here they call it a living.  Work.

The focus of the deep black eyes of a handsome little boy changes from his bag of fish balls to us.  Unmoved by our presence, and after a short visual interaction, he continues his work – one more skewer, six more fish balls.

10 metres away his mother keeps a watchful eye on her employee son and with a nod gives us approval to photograph him.

Despite him not being old enough to talk he looks at us now with a question.  “Why me?”  “What’s so interesting about this scene?” he seems to be asking.  “It’s what I do.  It’s who I am” And indeed it is.  Looking around we start to see more and more productive toddlers contributing to “street capitalism”. None of them desperate.  All of them smiling.

A way of life here may seem like child labor in the United Kingdom but tell that to this little guy and his mum.  He hasn’t got his hand out for a “donation” and his smile tells you that he’s not exactly unhappy with his lot in life
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Open Air Learning

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“Hey! Great To See You Again”

Saturday, April 6th, 2013

Parry, parry, thrust.  Parry, parry, thrust.  Riposte.  Riposte.  Fencing?  Here in Cambodia?  Well, quite possibly and it was a French enclave was it not?  It was but we are not fencing, we are crossing the road.  It just feels like fencing but without the swords.  Phew…. we survived that now, let’s look for some photo opportunities.

“Hey great to see you again!!”  I look at The Princess and she at me.   “Do we know this guy?”  “Have you been here before and not told me?”  No… it is just one of the many friendly ways of being greeted by a local here in Phnom Penh.

The beaming smile of the young entreprenre in front of us is infections.  “Where you go?” “You want Tuk Tuk?”  I point to my feet one at a time and say to him: “No thanks, I have Tuk Tuk.  This one is Tuk and this one is Tuk”.  He laughs and laughs. His grasp of English is very good!

Our new best friend, despite being told that we don’t require his services, continues to walk with us and offer us a variety of other services…. maps, tour guide, DVD’s, food, drink, you name it.

After repeated “no thank you’s” I finally get it.  We’re now fencing!  Parry, parry, riposte.

And I thought it was only crossing the road where our agility was required.

Tuk Tuk

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