The night I spent in Kratie, once again described as a lovely French era architecture town, as they all are. Was more of a post apocalyptic war zone in a lovely French era architecture town. Like I mentioned it was Khmer New Year. This celebrates to end of harvest and the coming of the wet season. There is no midnight kiss but there are beautiful displays of fresh fruit and drink and definitely some partying going on...somewhere. as everything is shut down from 3 to 9 days. It's all very bizarre when you are normally bombarded with people.
Picture abandoned streets, garbage littered absolutely everywhere, stray dogs looking for any edible remains. The only sound you hear are cats fighting, screaming, in the distance, and only every second streetlight works. All doors are heavily gated and chained and there isn't a soul in sight. Happy New Year indeed.
Fun fact: I met the most fantastic gay man who ran a cafe called Red Sun Falling. His counterpart? A fierce looking, clearly spoiled cat (if David Bowie was a cat this would be it. I also think he actually is one) named none other then Lazy Gaga. Points for creativity for sure.
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