Insider Adventure Trip To Tonle Sap Lake With The Locals- A Photo Essay- Cambodia, The Nomadic Family Travel Blog, Budget World Travel w/Kids, Southeast Asia

I’m not used to being hugged, kissed, and pet like this. I’m not used to being caressed, cuddled, picked up and squeezed. I’m not used to it, but I’m learning.
This is My Khmer Mom (soon to be Muslim Mom… you’ll see). Her name is Lina and she has a little corner store down the street from the amazing, we-stayed-there-for-five-months Garden Village Guesthouse in Siem Reap, Cambodia. She loves me, without a lot of words but with tons of laughter and affection. God, I hope I can grow up and develop that touchy-feely-cuddly personality. I’m not and I’d like to be.
So, Lina took a day off from work to take us on an adventure trip to Tonle Sap Lake, but we didn’t go where any of the white men go, we went to where the locals chill. That, we like. Enjoy these amazing photos and the bonus video of Lina practically making out with me on a hammock off the lake. God I love her!














And the upcoming picture, and the video, gets a holy little place of their own. This my Khmer mom, my spiritual mom, my mother nature maternal mom, the mom I have not yet been able to become to myself. This is Lina. As you’ll see in the video, we don’t say much to each other. No need to. So, I wipe a tear and wave back.
“Lina, Kyom Shra-lange Nia, Tom Tom”
(translation: Lina, I love you, big big)
I’m waving back at her, always will be. If you come to Siem Reap, find her down the road before you turn right to the Garden Village, and tell her Gabi sends her love.

You know the routine, right? This is where you leave some kick-ass, mind-blowing comment highlighting the essence of what your soul is saying right now. Probably something deep, touching, and thoughtful about my Khmer mom, or Cambodia, or human nature, or what you’re having for dinner, but either way, it’s deep. So, I’m listening lovelies. I’m teary eyed looking at her waving at me, as if right now, and now, and now, she’s telling me goodbye, and who knows, maybe she is.
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My favorite picture is the one with all the children…. This blog article reminds me of my favorite poem:
I Cultivate a White Rose
By Jose Marti
I cultivate a white rose
In July as in January
For the sincere friend
Who gives me his hand frankly.
And for the cruel person who tears out
the heart with which I live,
I cultivate neither nettles nor thorns:
I cultivate a white rose.
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People come and go out of your life – I so disagree with this, this only happen when you let it. And for sure you don’t!!What a gift that’s been granted to you…..
Evielynne
MrsCraftyRVing
Wow Evielynne. Your poem deeply moves me. How amazing, lovely, touching. I want to read it again and again to fully understand the white rose. wow. thank you for the gift. thank you for the gift of you evielynne. and yes, i don’t let go, a skill that would rather help me live more freely, but no, i don’t let go. I miss her so. Do you think she’s still waving at me Evielynne?
hugs, gabi