We finished the evening shooting a couple games of pool and a ride back to our hotel in a Batman tuk-tuk!
Isaac's birthday cake, compliments of Solin.
Isaac in the "Batman" tuk-tuk.
A Floating Fishing Village
With one full day left in Cambodia, we chose to visit a floating village. A longboat took us along a canal bordered by houses on floats, some of them beautifully decorated. People who could not afford land could own a home, which was moved to different locations on the lake, depending on the season.
Isaac, Glenn and Michele on the longboat.
Some of the floating homes of the fishing village.
Many of them were colorfully painted . . .
. . . and adorned with house plants.
Some were overflowing with the season's supplies.
We passed a floating mission school in its morning session on our way down the canal.
The local elementary school in the village.
Later when we stopped at the floating store “Crocodile Farm” for refreshment, the children were arduously making their way home on skiffs through thick water hyacinths. Our motorized longboat had to stop occasionally in order to clear the propeller of the plants, but these children had only their arms and paddles to take them home through what Glenn dubbed “Cambodian snow.” Imagine their determination for an education and another way of life, which Solin told us they all desired.
The local village crocodile farm . . .
. . . which also doubled as the general store.
The children, many as young as six or seven, were on their own as they navigated the dense carpet of plants. It took many of them five or ten minutes to propel their boats forward a mere 50 feet. Progress was slow, pandemonius, and fascinating to watch.
Children, most still in their school uniforms, paddling their way home through the thick, choking water hyacinths.
Children plodding through the "Cambodian snow" while the two dogs of the general store supervised.
And to think they do this twice a day, every school day.