Twenty-four hours from Singapore to Siem Reap and I had already been on five modes of transport: the car, airplane, tuk tuk, bicycle and of course, my plain ol’ feet.
There’s just something about journeys that’s completely meditative. There was that one-hour cycling out in Battambang’s countryside each way. I got into a lovely conversation pedaling next to a new friend while our skin burnt under the scorching Cambodian sun and then there was the way back where the sun was going down and it was magical and even though I was dying from exhaustion, I couldn’t be happier.
Then last night, after an amazing circus show (when was the last time we went to a circus?), we hopped right into the car again, setting off for Siem Reap. Like most long journeys, we chatted and shared for a bit at the start and were laughing nervously about driving in complete darkness.
Soon, we settled into a comfortable, companionable silence.
I stared out into the abyss and noticed the landscape ahead was 10% land, 90% sky – one that was sparkling bright with stars. I recognised the north star, saw the Orion belt while my ears were plugged firmly to the sounds of Sigur Ros’ “Samskeyti”.
As we drove further into the veil of darkness, it felt like the entire milky way descended on us. And I swear, in that moment just like Charlie, we were infinite too.