I had the most amazing day. Never have i seen such unbridled beauty in my life.
I've been pondering for a while now how to describe today eloquently but can't seem to put it in writing. so fuck it - this was the most spectacular scenery i have ever witnessed in my life. Out there enough for ya?
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I started this journal probably a week ago but couldn't finish it. There is little motivation to write at the moment since i am sick and injured though i have this voice in my head telling me to "please eat some rocks and harden the fuck up".
I am currently sitting in an internet cafe right next to where i'm staying. The place is pretty good, social, fun, decent food. A bit pricey though. On first arriving in Sihanoukville i had a pretty big night which resulted in a fucked up knee and a cold. perfect. I missed a full moon boat cruise because of my ailments. Is God telling me to quit booze or merely shitting on me for laughs?
I suppose i'm pretty well off really. I mean, i do have all appendages that a male human being should possess, i haven't lost a leg and an arm to land mines, i do have money to travel and consume good food and booze. There are so many poor people here and others who work 7 days a week. I can't comprehend how people can enjoy life if it is all consumed by work. Mental. But what other option do they have?
Sihanoukville is pretty touristy though i don't mind that. I can't imagine being ill in a decrepit town sleeping in a shack precariously held up by rotten posts above a horrible polluted marsh, (as have witnessed on bus trips around Cambodia) getting annihilated by mosquitoes whilst not being able to understand a word the locals say. Maybe i'm a pansy traveller because i like my comforts. Think that all you want. I simply do not give one single fuck though. Before i had ever travelled i marvelled at those who could go to the toughest places and have a ball there as i would see on the occasional travel documentaries. After some experience going to different places around the globe i can assuredly say that difficult travel sucks in the long run. week stints here and there add a huge amount of spice to the overall experience though 3 and a half months of living in poverty would not be nice. I know of people who happily spend their holidays working in orphanages, eating rice 3 times a day and shitting in buckets. I admire these people immensely.
Not for me though, not for me. This is more my style.
I haven't done much here but read and embrace my sickness. I don't feel very social at the moment as you can probably tell. I've barely even ventured outside of my backpackers. So much for seeing the sights. Still, when i do coalesce the world shall marvel at the ardent nature in which I tackle all the sights and activities in this beautiful Sihanoukville. There, some positivity.
until next time
nene
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