The reasons for my grumpiness at work or in general could be plentiful.
I could be overworked and underpaid, I could be hungover or I could suffer from lack of sleep. I could be all three. Often I am.
The latest of the three reasons is why I am writing this. I am futurely undeslept and fully charged. It's 11pm and my windows are shaking. The neighbours are having a party. I did not get an invite.
Cambodia and megaphones, microphones, electricity, weddings and karaoke..... When electricity fails us, we have
generators, cats and dogs. Perfect.
There is a reason why karaoke booths are often padded, soundproof and windowless. I have never been inside one and never plan to be, but I do wonder if straitjackets are also provided for participants who are willing to sing their hearts out. If so, at what stage? I imagine they take you away from there to even a bigger party when you can't be contained any more.
Only once I applied the philosophy of "if you can't beat them, join them" but then I quickly gave up. My ears can't stand it. You win, neighbours, you win.
I thought it was all over for this year.
Khmer New Year madness successfully behind us. Wedding season threatened by the approaching rains and thus the risk of plentiful gowns ruined by mud and water. But no. It is never over in Cambodia. The noise is the king. I call it noise, locals may call it music.
Wedding music is my enemy number one. Ting-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling out of tune k-ching-bing aaaaand here we go again ting-a-ling-a-ling ..... you get the picture. Whe shall repeat this for the next few hours until you WILL be taken away in a straitjacket hopefully into a nice padded soundproof cell somewhere far far away.
The sight of a yellow and pink marquee being erected in the neighbourhood makes me nervous and immediately I look for the position of the speakers. Where are they facing and am I likely to be knocked off my bike on the way to (and back from) work purely by the soundwaves? Most likely. Earplugs are useless. There is no help. Stack of red plastic chairs makes me sweat.
I fear Cambodian weddings. The stuff of nightmares.
What were they like before electricity? I really do wonder. Probably quite pleasant and I would even attend one, but nobody is able to tell me...
The following picture stays with me whenever weddings are metioned:
7am (admitedly quite late in the day), music blasting, tables and chairs set up, tissues on the floor from previous night's mayhem, people getting on with their daily lives in the neighbourhood - clearly not annoyed by the racket which makes me more annoyed by the minute...
Scene of the wedding party clearly deserted with not a soul in sight. They are smart and having a sleep in. Apart from one old frail grandma; she is sitting right next to the speaker (well one of them) getting even more deaf than she already is. Puts you right into the party mood, let me tell you.
Once a (Khmer) colleague of mine put me in my place. He told me that wedding music is beautiful. I could never understand it. It makes the heart of a young lad flutter and long for a beautiful lady in his life. It makes him want to get married too. The sooner the better.
I have my doubts and reservations to all of the above....
......peace and quiet? I will keep the rant on cats and dogs for another time then and get some sleep......Oh and bull frogs. Appropriate with the wet season coming into full swing.
anna bella betts
Never still, always on the move, looking for the perfect capture... Cambodia is currently my home, presenting endless opportunities....
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