First Boat Racing 2024

 Rushing through an empty traffic, I remain ME~* I couldn’t have loathed such behavior and I still do.

As soon as BYD came to a stop, I rushed with my head bowing nonstop apologetically for being the last to embark the first car. That’s not a privilege. So I told myself.

“I couldn’t help but to think that Dad would have scolded me right there in public if I weren’t his daughter. So he never did. He also was not there and I am his daughter. I couldn’t help but feeling oddly sad.”

I never felt the distance was so short between MOI to the Royal Palace. It sure was for this circumstances. 

My first Boat Racing Watching from … (you know what I mean for I have no idea what it is called as I am writing it). 

Pairs of boats came after one another. A winner between the two was easily spotted. “I couldn’t help but to think Pheanouk and Acphi could have enjoyed this more than I do. I have to admit, they are more admitted to Khmer culture than I have ever been. They give me a reason and I strangely feel guilt for being here without them. Then I reflected on my childhood. Then I remembered dad. He was here. I am here and he is not. I couldn’t help but feeling oddly sad.”

The energy. The chant. The dance. The scene. The breeze. I never imagine watching boat racing was this easy breezy. The privilege or not.