Scenes From a Floating Village, Cambodia

Posted on
Sep 15, 2014
Posted in: Photos, Top Ten

In transit.

I’m sitting here in a chilly, air-conditioned San Diego hotel room, thinking about home. I haven’t quite figured out how I’m going to get back there. In two days, I’m supposed to fly to Seattle out of Los Angeles. I have made exactly zero plans to get to Los Angeles in order to catch said flight. Changing my ticket to depart out of San Diego is, for the time being, prohibitively expensive.

Consequently, home feels very far away. And it will just have to remain so, I guess.

In the meantime, I find my thoughts wandering back to Asia. During that trip, home didn’t simply feel distant – it felt like another planet. Like no amount of flying would get me there. There were days when this bothered me, and days when I didn’t mind so much.

One hazy day, towards the end of our time in Cambodia, we visited a floating village. We passed by schools and stores, and yes, homes, bobbing up and down on the water. At that moment, more than any other, I missed Rand.

I wanted to dive into the water, and pull myself out on my doorstep.

Here are a dozen photos from that day. When home was half a world away, and I wished that only a short swim would get me there.

  1. Piggy-back ride in the river.
  2. Neighbors.
  3. Precarious laundry.
  4. A study in orange.
  5. Young captains.
  6. Bright facade.
  7. Like a yellow sun against the sky.
  8. Field of lily pads.
  9. Swimmers.
  10. Home delivery.
  11. Along main street.
  12. Spotted by a local.



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  • Those are some awesome photos. We’re in Cambodia right now, and just yesterday we went out on Tonle Sap Lake through a bunch of floating villages. It’s fascinating seeing how the people adapt to their surroundings and fully integrate themselves into the lake.

  • Lovely photos! Where is this floating village? I’m taking my little brother to Cambodia in a couple of months and think that he’d find seeing this way of life really interesting!

  • Travel is full of “Toto, we’re not in —(fill in city of home residence) anymore” experiences. That’s what makes it so engaging, educational, mind-broadening, challenging, terrifying and — fun. Speaking of getting from San Diego to LA—my husband once decided to do that by train—-except, oops, part way there, the engineer slammed on the breaks. There was a fresh landslide covering the tracks. So, they backed up to a town with a station and were told where the bus depot was. Several of them arrived at an LA bus station in South Central at 1:00 a.m. — definitely a “Toto, where the hell are we and how can we get outta here?” moment.

    (We’ll be trying to get from Budapest, Hungary to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania tomorrow via Frankfurt. Our tickets are on Lufthansa. They canceled their Frankfurt to Philly flight today because the pilots are not happy with the airline. We’re trying to stay positive.)

  • Kristina Cline

    Love the Photos! I would vote Train because its cool, and since there is a drought in California right now you should be slide free.

  • Insane. Utterly insane.

    I love that first photo, a lot.

  • Christina C

    Beautiful photos and I totally can understand your sentiment. I just got back from Italy this week and that was a trip that was distant enough to make me feel like I was truly in another place, but close enough to life to not give me that totally lost feeling. I have to say though, that feeling of being so far away and almost like you’ll never be home is one of the reasons I travel. I travel to experience, to learn, and to push me so far out of my comfort zone to realize that life is so very different in other places. I find comfort in that discomfort, not only to appreciate what I have, but also to see what others have who comparatively have so much less than us in Western nations when it comes to stuff.

    Love your post to remind me of that feeling. By the way, next time you are in San Diego, please let me know, we should go on a taco crawl…..

  • Amy

    I am fascinated, for a couple of reasons, by the tires alongside what appears to be a boathouse in the Main Street photo. It is kind of mind boggling how different life can be for individuals on the same planet! Thanks for sharing this!

  • You’ve got some stunning photos here.

  • Amazing. It really is like another world!

  • The floating villages in Cambodia are among my favorite memories of the country. I lived there for nine months and never tired of the scenes. Maybe you can check out one of my experiences!

  • these are some fantastic photos. Love the piggy back one and they truely do reflect that world away from home… so not the normal thing to see

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