Val walking out on the boardwalk towards the edge of the Mekong River, which you can see in the distance.
Since we were all a little low on funds, our Easter picnic was quite basic. We had 3 hard boiled eggs, a loaf of bread, 3 bananas, and some Cambodian wine coolers. We found a tuktuk driver, who we knew fairly well, to drive us the 45 minutes on Cambodian dirt roads. We had to take a ferry across the river to get to the island. Everyone else was Khmer, and we were immediately bombarded by people trying to sell us silks, mangos, and everything else. They lingered next ot us the entire day, and it was slightly unnerving.
Val has a stare down with one of the many children that lingered next to our bungalow for the entire day.
Mr. Lee, our tuktuk driver, buys some easter eggs. At least we liked to pretend the easter bunny brought them. In reality they are filled with baby chicken fetuses.
The beach was rustic, to say the least, but was still comfortable. We sat under bamboo huts and ate our picnic. The water was pleasantly warm, and we found seashells from the Mekong River to bring home with us. Val and I made friends with a few boys and played some volleyball for a while... although it was comically bad and the ball was so deflated it was like playing with a lump of rubber.
Shiloh and I, underneath the bamboo bungalow.
It was an interesting way to spend our Easter, but definitely the right way to celebrate it in Cambodia!
Are there Christian Cambodians that celebrate Easter? Is the Mekong River fresh water? Overall seems like a memorable Easter to me.
ReplyDeleteNext year I hope the Easter bunny will find you.