Travelling is a lot of fun. And a lot of the fun stems from meeting people. Interesting, funny, exciting, warm, skilful people; our paths cross, we share experiences, exchange thoughts, drink beer, whatever seems right at the time. In the Americas we’ve met a lot of great people and very little people I’d rather not meet. You notice that I’ve switched from the family “we” to a Daniel “I” in the negative part of the sentence: some people claim that I might be more – how shall I put it – prone to not wanting to embrace my fellow humans in more instances than other members of the family. OK, back to people – let’s take my fellow travellers in Brazil: fun seekers, sporty lads and lasses out to do what they love doing. Which seems generally true for travellers. However, there’s a breed of traveller around Asia (and I haven’t met these anywhere else), which make me puke:
Just look at the guy. At peace with himself? Enlightened? Or just smackable? (Guess what I think) Probably feeling all Cambodian while facing the chanting monk (I’m always wondering what it is the dudes are chanting – Vasudhara, give me prosperity and thanks for sending this dickhead?) – doesn’t quite pull it off, though, with his Vaude climbing pants and the lanyard dangling round his neck.
I wonder what these people’s motivation is? Do they look for spiritual enlightenment and think that they find it in societies where the majority of people don’t have enough to eat? Or do they want to blend in and experience the visited country like a local would?
Anyway, the monks (and gurus and whatever spiritual leaders they look for to find guidance) seem to like it:
Not a bad take for 11am in the morning. Jeez, I so look forward to buying this motorbike when this sodding monk time is over. Well, maybe not Jeez.
The little monk had quite an income lying in front of him on a plate and stuffed into the donation box. I could see a little more than $20 before lunchtime – the annual GDP per capita in Cambodia is around $1000. Not bad. I’m just glad that the days are over in Europe (at least most of it) where the guys with the biggest income were priests.
And that’s where these pictures have been taken:
And Angkor is just Angkor. Delicious.