Nuages

Life on a motorbike can be quite stressing, as the traffic tends to come from all directions. But one does get some fine thrills riding his ridiculous 100 cc trough dusttown. The idea is to play cool. because 90 percent of traffic consists of 100 cc's. But you are not 90 percent, because you are a white caucasian wheeling between hundreds of Khmer. Yup, it's quite some fun, banging the horn before speeding by a motorbike crammed with people (with a maximum of 5 up till now. Fairness obliges me to say that one of five is a less than 4 year old. mostly these little fellas just stand in front of the bike, holding the steering wheel as if they are driving the darned thing! Another nice feature of driving in Asia is the many nice looking and Amazone-style seated Asian women and girls, they just have this extra quality, this aura of subtleness and refinedness around them, even on the most bumpy roads, they just sit there, straight backs, proud figure, fine curves. Ahem. Well, let's just say these are some fine mirages to see passing by when drying out on some dusty road somewhere between no places. Ahh, the elegance of these creatures. And with the sun comes the sunshield, in case of the white and blue uniformed schoolgirls it comes in the form of a book, in case of the fruit-sellers it comes as a dish that otherwise is situatd on their heads instead of in front of it. But they hold these sunshields with such grace. And they never have their arms around the driver, to make it even more perfect. They just sit there, galloping trough the bumpy and crazy wild east almost unmoved As the landscapes pass by their toned faces they just look asd if they are sitting on a porch, waiting for the bus. But waiting with elegance. Maybe the prince could pass by. (Maybe they wouldn't even twitch an eyebrow, just to keep their distant elegance.) One could sit on a balcony by the side of the road for hours and not get tired of drifting off, just like kids laying on their backs looking at the clouds going over them. Such bliss, thank god for 100 cc's, and thank Khmer mothers for bringing such fine visions to life...