Mikes Thoughts

Saturday adventures

There’s a regular pattern to even my random and lack of focus days. Every day I will walk first off and taste the morning. Today blue skies and a wonderfully cool morning made me change where I wanted to go for the second part of things.

Morning coffee out is my job. Cambodian coffee culture is strong and today I ventured to the wonderful Summer Coffee. This really does both parts of my morning endeavors. A nice walk and then an iced americano in comfort.

Yeah I’m old and I like soft chairs. Strong WiFi and lovely khmer staff. Both attentive but knowing we need our time to just do the sitting part. I’ve been really enjoying this place since it opened. I don’t see many barang here and that’s okay too. I’ve told a few people but it’s a bit out of their downtown orbits.

Siem Reap is blessed with wonderful places for all the stuff. Morning coffee times. Local markets that will sell me freshly cut mango for $0.50. Wonderful places for lunch or dinner and even a night out. Beautiful temples in town. So much to do. Take a stroll down Wat Bo district. Just blocks from the river. That would be my default and desirable place to live. Flush with all the ingredients to make an old retired guy happy. My wife has asked before and there’s no hesitation. I want to live there.

In my sights

Maybe some Battambang again. It’s not a place I truly look forward to. We’ve gone a lot. My wife desires some nights away and it’s fast. Her favorite Indian food is there too and the town has some nice places to walk. I love the colonial buildings out of central town just a bit. The little coffee shops sprinkled almost with abandon are welcoming refuges which give me anonymity and let me still watch Khmer people watching me.

But now is the writing. There’s something about playing with different markdown editors for my bit but knowing nothing really comes close to iA writer. It’s the canvas it gives. Small devices to large I love the view of going on with it. Or switching on focus mode and withdrawing. One Markdown comes close but there’s something not so pure with it as this experience. I cannot really decide what it is. So I try it and leave it.

Take a sip of delicious coffee. Find some carefully crafted abandonment in the loosely decided words. It’s a Saturday. It’s being both a part and apart of things.

I usually would stop and decide to just finish things later. Not today. These words are done and my coffee remains.