The boat, she no leave until she is full. Its the rules.
Cutting it close along the water scrub
Floating villages dot the waterscape
There are miles and miles that border the lake which are, in the dry season, scrub forest, marshlands and tilled fields. In the wet season, the entire area is underwater. Floating villages are scattered all around the lake and the waterfolk who live there move their location depending on the water level during the seasons.
It was across this transitional lake landscape that I journeyed today, taking the boat from the docks near Siem Reap, crossing the North end of the lake, and then crossing the miles of transitional wetlands to the river proper, and thence to the town of Battambang in Western Cambodia.
It was an amazing ride as the boat bounced across the open lake, threaded marsh lands while frightening storks into flight, and crashing through slots of brush so narrow that the boat was scraped on both sides.
We passed many floating villages where the temples are built on piers and everything else is a raft or a boat. We delivered and picked up local folks and packages along the way. There were impromptu stops for repairs and even an off-course excursion into the brush caused by, well, a missed turn. Six hours later we arrived in Battambang, most of us camped on the top of the boat like a train ride in India.
I am attaching some boat video in the next post.
I am now enjoying a full belly of street food and a return to a Cambodian town instead of the tourist ghetto of Siem Reap's old town. Ahhh.
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