Friday, September 30, 2011

Talking To A Cow

Talking To A Cow

Time drifts by. The rains have (temporarily, no doubt) stopped. I'm still here. Still bouncing around between severe self-loathing and hedonistic happiness. Should I stay or should I go? The same old question in the same old town.

In my mind I left a million times. Maybe that's enough. My Snooky days are numbered anyway. Why rush to loneliness and misery? I laid my cards out on the table one more time. Sooner or later we will go different ways. I'm no white knight. Just a lonely dude with new-found dreams about traveling beyond the Kingdom. That's how life goes. All on the roll of the dice. Drifting one way or the other. Sometimes we meet the wrong one a the right time and sometimes we meet the right one but the timing's all wrong. That's all there's to it.

I drink when I drive, eat when I'm hungry and live my life out on the beach.
Simple things I tend to over think.

Luckily/ recently I talked to a cow.
I was walking down a backstreet when she blocked my way and gazed into my eyes.
"You gotta dance", the cow spoke. " As long as the music plays. Keep moving, just slide along, one foot after the next. Don't think. If you think it's too late. You gotta dance"
I stared blankly at the cow.
"I've got to dance", I heard myself say.
The cow nodded approvingly.
I did not understand. This didn't make any sense.
"Is that it, Miss Cow? Sure, it must be more complicated? What about world peace, true love, happiness, spirituality, the quest for enlightenment and the meaning behind it all?"
But the cow just laughed and said:
"Don't think. You gotta dance, as long as the music plays. Just slide along. Keep moving. That's all there is to it."
That was all she spoke.
Then she walked away.

Stay long enough in this place and nothing's a surprise anymore. Sometimes the rivers flow upstream, sometimes a cow talks. That's how it goes. A weird encounter on a sticky afternoon. It is just the words she chose. I didn't understand...

But then, suddenly/ slowly, I became aware of my own steps. ('Don't think!') One foot after the next. Lightly. Gently. Softly walking on. There's nothing but my feet and this single street. All my questions and self-doubt, the fear and the hate....

are of no importance at all.
As long as the music plays
you gotta dance
Maybe that's really all there's to it...
I don't know. I tend to over think.
But the cow should know.
Maybe we should just trust the cow on this one.

"You gotta dance", she spoke. " As long as the music plays. Keep moving, just slide along..."

And so we dance along, on the rhythm of the sea, on the rhythm of the Happy Hours. We dance and we drink and we love and we cry... as long as the music plays,
that's all there's to it.

You gotta dance

Thursday, September 29, 2011

A Little Bit Of Backstory

There are probably a few things I should explain before I keep rambling on about my current exploits in Snooky...

I got married in this town, in the rainy season seven years ago. We moved back to Belgium together and got divorced about a year ago. Oldest story in the book. Unlike me, she wasn't the loyal type.
Right before I found out the nasty details I already had bought plane tickets for our annual visit to her family. When my holiday came around I decided to come anyway. Nothing going on in Belgium and the weather's much better here. So I ended up partying on the beach every night and falling in love with the first girl that was nice to me. That's how I met Daria.

But the real, big passion in my life for the last 4 years wasn't a woman. It was online poker. I made a neat little extra income by playing on and running an affiliate blog for Full Tilt Poker...
With the wife out of my life I became even more involved with Full Tilt, moving up in stakes, making more money, having bigger amounts floating around on there software. So when I got back home from my last holiday in Cambodia, moving back here soon/ permanently didn't seem like a far-fetched idea. I was making good money on Full Tilt, more fond of Daria than I was willing to admit and very bored with grey, old Belgium. Settling down in Snooky with a laptop and a nice girl seemed like an excellent idea...

Although it only made the mainstream news last week, Full Tilt Poker has been closed worldwide since June. Turned out the management was a bunch of thieves. So, just like my wife a few months earlier, Full Tilt broke my trust and took my money. I was pretty devastated at first, of course. But nothing lasts forever. Since August I'm (almost) happy that they're gone. I spent the last four years wagering lots of money online on a dubious poker site. When they were gone I was forced to look beyond the computer screen, only to discover that there's a whole world out there. There's more than just striving for profit and taking care of the wife. I feel fresh. Ready for a brand new start. Discovered photography again and found a burning desire to travel the world. Maybe even (cliché as it sounds) 'trying to make a difference' somewhere by taking pictures or by doing some volunteering or whatever. The details are for later. Just want to get out there and see the state of our world through my own eyes again. Be my own dog, take care of myself instead of slaving away for others.

I do hope the owners of Full Tilt Poker go to jail but somehow their sleazy business has set me free.

There's just one major downside to this whole new worldview:
I'm no longer interested (of financially able, for that matter) to sustain a life with sweet miss Daria here in SnookyVille. I thought I explained myself well a few days ago. But, up to this day, we still act very much the boyfriend/ girlfriend part. Yes, I enjoy her company. Unfortunately I know now for sure I will not come back here again. I don't want to play games, I think I told it like it is... alas, I'm still here, searching for a clean way out of this mess we're in...

I looks like somebody always has to get hurt in the end.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Walking Around Ghost Town

Serendiptiy Beach

It's Pchum Benh, the Feast of the Dead. An appropriate time to be in town...
SnookyVille in the rain is creeping up on me like a town full of ghosts. Every corner, every bar, every place full of memories but without the slightest hint of a happy future. I've known this for years but I still can't leave, I even can't stay away. Like a tired, old junkie who always wants more...

But first a well-deserved plug: Apple Guesthouse:
It's right off Occheuteal Beach. Clean, simple rooms with fan, cable-tv, cold water and fast wifi for $6/night. Highly recommended for anyone who likes the beach, good value and unlimited internet (even downloaded the latest episodes of The Simpsons and Boardwalk Empire last night without any trouble).

Back to my story: in honor of the Pchum Benh holiday my ex-family-in-law got hold of me and insisted I would join them for the party. I bluntly refused. They weren't pleased. My mother always thought me to be careful with burning bridges but this one felt like pure necessity. Who knows, maybe my days in Sihanoukville are the peak in my bleak existence. Maybe it will all be downhill from here but I'm beyond worrying about that. I just want out. Being polite and considerate is exactly what got me here in the first place.
Then there's still the trouble with Daria as well. I stayed out of her way for about a day and then she was back. She knocked on my door and, like a fool, I let her in...

Always gravitating back to the same old, same old:
Sihanoukville - troublesome relationship - a desire to leave - a failure to actually leave - involved in lots of local drama - drinking too much - smoking weed - this restless state of mind

It's pathetic, I know.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Holiday In Cambodia

So I travelled six thousand miles just to tell a girl I want to break up with here. Mr. Righteous, right? Well, I don't know about that. Things never go as planned around here...

(about a week ago…)

Boarded a plane late Friday night for a trip half-way around the world. Phnom Penh bound for the eight time in eight years. This is one last holiday in the sun. Time to relax and work out the details regarding my upcoming sabbatical. A final trial run before I leave for the Big One....

Arrived in Phnom Penh on Saturday after dark. Took a tuk tuk into town, feeling disorientated and without any sense of time. Everything's vaguely familiar and strangely different. Drinking too much on my first night in town. Then a good long sleep to recover from the trip. But the next few days I still feel sour, failing to shake of this twitchy state of mind…
Maybe it's because of the rainy season. Dark clouds hang low over Phnom Penh. The tropical downpours never seem to stop. Leaving my room means running for shelter. Hiding away in tuk tuks and bars. I would love to take more pictures but it's so damp and wet that I'm afraid to take my fancy camera out. The humidity's everywhere. Moisture's already creeping in my backpack, my clothes, my trusty, old laptop and even in my bones. I want to get up but I just got no energy.
(...) Another reason for being ill-at-ease might be this girl I'm hanging out with. We've met on a previous trip. I thought it would be nice to see her again (as a friend) but I was wrong. My mind's really not in it anymore but I keep failing in trying to deliver that message…
Mr. Stupid; finally got over my divorce and already stumbling into another troublesome relationship. I'm such a donkey.

We take the bus down to the sea. Back to SnookyVille. Always gravitating back to this end-of-the-road coastal town. This time it feels like I picked the wrong time to come. Too much rain, too much humidity, maybe just too soft-hearted for this town...

Drizzle - downpour - heavy thunderstorm - light rain - more drizzle - heavy rain - heavier rain - apocalyptic thunderstorm - drops of rain - … (repeat indefinitely)

But even Sihanoukville fails to lift up my spirit. In the never-ending rain this place is ever more depressing than Phnom Penh. Closed bars line up a deserted beach. A few moto-dops are looking for tourists but there's almost no one around. Staff members of empty bars stare aimlessly at the rain pouring down. Still staying with this girl in her backstreet room. I want to get out of here but it's so hard to leave her behind. Pity is the worst feeling to start a relationship on but it makes it very hard to run.

(Mr. Righteous doesn't run) 
Two days ago:

I'm feverish (that damned humidity got me good) and slightly drunk. Nevertheless checked myself in a cheap, run-down guesthouse close to the beach. Alone (at last). Finally talked to my girl. She didn't understand my reasons, of course. But she got the point.
It's all over now, baby-blue. Good luck in the big, wide world etc.

Common sense tells me the best thing to do is to get on the next bus out of here.
Of course, that's not going to happen.
I'll stay right here
in Sihanoukville
for just a few days more...

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Waiting Time

Clothes lay across the bedroom floor. My backpack's in the corner. Passport, toothbrush, dollars: check. It's almost time to go. But not just yet. The in-between times. Neither here nor there. A few more days 'till Phnom Penh...

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Escape Of The Brain Dead Dodo

Often it's starts with nothing but a distant dream. Most of the time that is all it ever is. Something to think about when stuck in traffic. A silly daydream about doing it differently. Escaping the rat race. A life of adventure. A life in the sun. Whatever. There's always someplace better than here. Everybody's dreaming about something.

My dream lingered on for years.
Ever since I settled in a quiet life with a job and a wife.
Then, one autumn day, the wife left.
Life became really quiet. Got scared of that big, evil world out there. Never going to leave this town. It's all nice and safe. An easy day job and a comfortable, solitary life. Simple and easy. Maybe one day I'll retire in the sun...

Just a few weeks ago I started seeing things in a different light. This country is not doing me any good. It's too damn smooth and easy. No one seems to realize how lucky they are. Everybody has everything but we still just want more...

Jumping around like brain dead dodos in a golden cage
Don't know about you but I want out. Can't breath in here anymore. Its so easy to spend a life time waiting for a dream. But the only way to make a difference is trough action...

So today I went to see my boss to talk about a sabbatical.
(Boom!)

Papers signed, documents filed.
I like my odds on this one

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Travel Fever

Watching a poker strategy video online but I can't focus. My eyes keep drifting away from the computer screen towards the wall calendar. Counting down the days until I'll get out of this place...
This time it will be different. This time I got it all figured out. No more silly dreams or unrealistic plans. This time I (sort of) know where I'm going and I even got (some vague) ideas how to get there...