Crumbling Kampot (But What’s With The Pyjamas?)
|February 18, 2012||Filed under Cambodia|
It’s raining today in Kampot, the crumbling river-side town on Cambodia’s south coast. After visiting on a day trip from Kep, we decided to come and stay here for a bit. At first glance, Kampot is dusty and run-down, but after a few hours it starts to grow on you. Of course its riverside location is a plus (why do we humans LOVE water so much?!), but for me, it’s the french-colonial crumbling facades complete with wooden shutters that conjure an image of a bygone era.
Perhaps that’s it.
Kampot is nostalgic. Elderly women pulling carts peddling fresh eggs and vegetables, and hole-in-the-wall local eateries exist alongside modern cafés and mobile phone shops.
Whether you have a Honda, a Daelim (the popular choice for tuk-tuk drivers), a rickety bicycle, or just two feet, the streets of Kampot are yours to explore.
But, there’s just something I’m just not getting, and I’m really hoping someone can help me out on this one.
Why do so many women wear pyjamas, like, ALL DAY?!
At first I thought it was a one-off. A girl from our guest house on Koh Tonsay wore her bright red, mini mouse, silk PJs all day, and I thought oh, that’s cute, she’s staying her jam-jams today.
I started noticing a trend emerging. You know when you get a red car, and you see them everywhere? Suddenly I started noticing Cambodian women of all ages, in their pyjamas, morning, noon and night.
Was it me? Did I miss the latest Cambodian Vogue?
Sorry, but I don’t think this is traditional dress. I get that.
Saris in India, Kebayas in Bali, but silk and cotton PJs? Come on ladies, let me in on the secret!!!!
Okay, I’m not kidding when I tell you I just looked out the window of my guest house and saw a woman in pyjamas complete with helmet, riding a motorcycle down the street. It’s 5:04pm! Okay, maybe it is PJ time…
Now just so you know I’m not lying, I have some photographic evidence, which is by no means indicative of the huge number of pyjama sightings. I made at least twenty or thirty PID (Pyjamas In the Day) spottings before I thought it might be worth recording, and many, many since. I am not making this stuff up!
So, exhibit A:
Now, I’m not against this by any stretch of the imagination, I mean, I’m a girl who loves her PJs, and can completely appreciate wanting to wear them all day, every day. But actually doing it? I’m not there yet.
The truth is, as a backpacker with a 40 litre back-pack in which to stuff all my possessions, I’m a little jealous. Okay A LOT.
I don’t have pyjamas.
They didn’t make the cut.
And I’m missing them.
I want to get some. Cambodian ladies, please tell me WHERE A GIRL CAN GET HOOKED UP!
Do you think I can just walk up to a PJ-wearing lady and ask her where she got them? DO THEY EVEN KNOW THEY ARE WEARING PYJAMAS?
This is driving me crazy, I must have answers!
And I must, must get my hands on some of those PJs.