We meet our boat

I realise I haven’t explained what and ma are actually doing on our trip. We’re spending five days on a boat trip down the Mekong, visiting temples and floating markets and sunsets and landmarks and ending in Phnom Penh seeing S-21 and the killing fields.

But today was about meeting our boat, the staff, and the eighteen fellow passengers on it.

And so far it’s all I had hoped.

Despite exhaustion from yesterday seeping through, despite social anxiety screaming at me to stop, despite mosquito bites and humidity and awkwardness and age difference,

I’ve had a nice day.

The boat seems full of lovely, educated, fascinating and diverse people, us being the only people from England, the rest from USA or Canada or Australia. All seemingly making an effort (apart from me, opting to sit on asseverate table and write this instead of engage in. My second conversation of the night about real estate and tax prices), all seeming worm(ish) and open(ing).

But for me what I love is the boat,

the look of the water parting as we pierce the sea,

The waves glistening and catching the sun, seeming to hold onto the light and turn it into crystal,

The sound of the boat’s side being lapped, in a constant, steady, reliable pattern of whoosh on whoosh,

The realisation how trivial the small issues really can be.

Because when the things that could upset a person for months passes in a second,

You realise just how much time we waste,

So don’t waste the time you have

Love, Hea xx

Author: hopingeverafter

i’m a 14 year old girl who loves nothing more than putting a pen to paper. there's something beautiful about manipulating the English language to provoke an emotion, and it's what I love to do. if you have anything to say about my blog then I'd love you to.

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