Monday, February 16, 2015
People love their dogs, but not as pets. They guard their homes. Not from other people, but from ghosts.
These are a very superstitious people.
The town percolates with cars, buses, motorbikes and tuk-tuks scramble shoulder to shoulder, four across on a two-lane road. With no road rage.
Most of the people are young, 35 and younger. And they hold their elders, what few there are, in high regard. In a place of honor.
Beautiful Cambodia's people smile a lot at me. And bow. They engage with me as a person of importance. They lost an entire generation -- the one that would be the grandparents --to genocide, starvation, revolution and war.
So they honor the aged. At 60, I am old to these people. And the show me much love and respect.
I am so honored. Thank you, beautiful Cambodia.