Color and repeating patterns tend to catch my eye. They often catch my camera lens being pointed in their direction too. This is the kind of shot that when viewed by friends elicits an, “Okayyyyyyyy,” before they quickly move on to the next photo (which probably is not going to thrill them any more). But then I take pictures when I’m travelling for me. Not for them. You, on the other hand, get to suffer because you were stupid enough to click over to my blog.
This photo is from Siem Reap. I like it not only because of the color and repeating pattern but because I got a laugh out of the vendor selling an energy drink in Siem Reap. Hustle and bustle has never been used to describe that bucolic town. The locals generally move at a pace slower than a snail on quaaludes. I’m pretty sure this vendor’s stock is the same as his first shipment and has probably been lining his cart’s shelf for a decade or more.
I spent hours sitting in any one of the numerous small cafes lining the streets of Siem Reap. Sitting, accomplishing nothing, is what Siem Reap is all about. Locals are a bit more energetic than touri though and spend their days trying to make a buck off of visitors. Many push these carts around town looking for a customer. The soft drink cart is a staple. So is the badly photocopied guide book cart that usually comes with a vendor missing a limb or two. So while this photograph may look like nothing to you, it instantly transports me back to the dusty streets of Siem Reap and the many hours I spent there watching the world go by.
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