The thing about traveling in a foreign country is that there is a tendency that your inhibitions would have a higher tolerance level. One would be less self conscious. What with all the foreign things happening around you, the primeval need for comfort and the anonymity. For me, I don't mind walking for hours as long as there is water at hand. I don't mind the heat and the rain as long as if I want water, it's a available. That's my comfort zone. At least for this Cambodia trip.
As for anonymity, one would think people would be more friendly and worldly (more accessible for a foreign conversation) but no. People with companions still speak there native tongue for anonymity. For a wall. For a divide. Or for a less cynic point, maybe they'd just like to be at home away from home. At least, with expressing themselves they are comfortable.
Another anonymity thing is the differences in cultures. Other nationalities wouldn't easily judge other foreigners because there is this gap in cultures. One wouldn't know which is acceptable to one and not to the other. I love that leeway but I also fear it. It's a freeing thought but it is also prisoning. I am most afraid of offending other people with my actions or choices just because I don't know their culture. It is freeing because they don't really have an idea of what is the 'normalcy' in my culture.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012, 7:13 PM
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