Day 157 – 17.12.2015
Cambodia. Phnom Penh
I just love this city. I can’t really say why, but after weeks of remote places, I love this buzzing lively atmosphere, finally some Xmas decoration, and so much to see.
Last night I had seen a newspaper article in the Phnom Penh Post about a photo exhibition. And although I stopped calling myself a photographer a long time ago, I am still very much interested in good photos. And this topic #iambeautiful was really catching my eye.
C.nation photographic studio’s founder Sok Visalbrosit, also known Cheky, said the#iambeautiful exhibition was being run alongside a social media campaign to combat suicide, domestic abuse, depression and bullying by increasing people’s self-esteem.
I can so much relate to this topic. As long as I can remember I was unhappy about my body. When I was a teenager, I thought of myself as too skinny, than as a young woman as too fat, than there was a short period when I felt good about myself and then after the birth of Lara and Alina I have never reached the point again where I would look into the mirror with delight and self acceptance. And no positive affirmation has helped to change that. And even travelling now is not doing the trick. Stéphane has really lost weight. But me – not a bit. So anyway, I wanted to go and see those photos and although I was a bit disappointed by the smallness of the exhibition, it triggered a conversation with my daughters.
After visiting the exhibition we were very close to What Phnom.
Set on top of a 27m-high tree-covered knoll, Wat Phnom is on the only ‘hill’ in town. According to legend, the first pagoda on this site was erected in 1373 to house four statues of Buddha deposited here by the waters of the Mekong River and discovered by Penh. The main entrance to Wat Phnom is via the grand eastern staircase, which is guarded by lions and naga (mythical serpent) balustrades.
Today, many people come here to pray for good luck and success in school exams or business affairs. When a wish is granted, the faithful return to deliver on the offering promised, such as a garland of jasmine flowers or a bunch of bananas (of which the spirits are said to be especially fond). (Lonely Plantet)
It is beautiful inside, very calm and I was not dressed appropriately 🙁
People are friendly. I don’t feel threatened even when wondering the streets at night. I am careful but I would do the same in London or Berlin. And our guesthouse is fun to “come home” to at night. Great music and a cold draft beer – what else do I need?