I was trying to bike as fast as I could while I was passing
by the abandoned school. I didn’t know what dared me to bike into that quiet
area alone.
I was biking along in front of the Royal Palace and thinking where else I could head to. The tall buildings opposite the river attracted my vision; ‘Well, I have thought of biking there to see them in the closest sight.’ Without delay, I headed to Chroy Changva Bridge, crossed it, and turned onto the newly built road where stood many new villas and flats. Later, I found myself riding on the Mekong River Street. It was an asphalt road, so I felt quite comfortable biking on it. The weather was perfectly good for biking too. I then arrived at a port where ferry from Svay Chrum lands and fetches the passengers. ‘That’s the gate! I am here again…Should I go in? What does it look like now?’ I was eager to see it, to sit there and to recall. Without a second thought, I passed the gate.
I saw a motorbike parked out right in front of the abandoned school building. ‘There is/are someone(s) in there.’ I talked to myself, and I started to feel uncomfortable. The feeling of discomfort started to turn into worry while I was biking pass the building, without courage to look into what people in the building were doing. My head was down, my legs were trying to bike across the sandy path, and my mind was picturing the bad things possibly happened on me if I stayed there a minute longer. I didn’t pause to look at the view and recalled any memories since the worry had then turned into great fear and superseded any feeling that might have popped up. Just by the time I was about to leave the other gate, I saw a group of men sitting, chatting, and possibly drinking just 20 meters away. I was terribly scared.
It was a scary moment, possibly the second time I have experienced while biking alone. I am afraid of travelling alone, and that’s the reason why I find it hard to just go on a trip without partner(s). Sometimes, I do wish there were good people all around, so I would not have any worry of being in danger though alone.
April 14, 2013
I was biking along in front of the Royal Palace and thinking where else I could head to. The tall buildings opposite the river attracted my vision; ‘Well, I have thought of biking there to see them in the closest sight.’ Without delay, I headed to Chroy Changva Bridge, crossed it, and turned onto the newly built road where stood many new villas and flats. Later, I found myself riding on the Mekong River Street. It was an asphalt road, so I felt quite comfortable biking on it. The weather was perfectly good for biking too. I then arrived at a port where ferry from Svay Chrum lands and fetches the passengers. ‘That’s the gate! I am here again…Should I go in? What does it look like now?’ I was eager to see it, to sit there and to recall. Without a second thought, I passed the gate.
I saw a motorbike parked out right in front of the abandoned school building. ‘There is/are someone(s) in there.’ I talked to myself, and I started to feel uncomfortable. The feeling of discomfort started to turn into worry while I was biking pass the building, without courage to look into what people in the building were doing. My head was down, my legs were trying to bike across the sandy path, and my mind was picturing the bad things possibly happened on me if I stayed there a minute longer. I didn’t pause to look at the view and recalled any memories since the worry had then turned into great fear and superseded any feeling that might have popped up. Just by the time I was about to leave the other gate, I saw a group of men sitting, chatting, and possibly drinking just 20 meters away. I was terribly scared.
It was a scary moment, possibly the second time I have experienced while biking alone. I am afraid of travelling alone, and that’s the reason why I find it hard to just go on a trip without partner(s). Sometimes, I do wish there were good people all around, so I would not have any worry of being in danger though alone.
April 14, 2013
