(Blog) As I blindly ride in the town of Kep, I saw a sign for a cave pointing towards a beaten path off the main road. Without hesitation, I flipped on the turn signal and swirled onto the dirt path. After 10 mins of avoiding bumps and potholes, a group of 5-10 year-old boys ran after me and were yelling "cave this way!" while pointing to a fork in the road that I apparently missed. I laughed, turned my bike around, and drove off as I high-fived one of the kids. Another 5 minutes later, two of the boys caught up to me in a bicycle and said "Can we be your guide?". I didn't want a guide, and in hindsight I didn't need one either. Also, it is my default answer to say "no thank you" as a full time tourist. "Ya sure come along!" I said. To hell with it they are only kids, I thought. So we rode together side-by-side, chit-chated in broken English, and explained for the millionth time on this trip why I look Chinese/Korean/Japanese but I'm from Canada. .
The cave didn't blow my mind, I've seen better in Thailand. Nevertheless, the calcite formations and the purple-shaded dirt in the cave were worth to be marveled at. As we trekked through the cave, we stopped at a weirder looking rock. I lowered my camera, expecting the boys to explain to me some history or science related to this rock. What do they really know about calcite and crystalization, I thought, they are kids. "This is a dragon!", the smaller boy yelled. I paused, turned my head around, and in 90 degrees angle, and finally saw the dragon, it was so obvious! "Ahhh yes a dragon ha ha ha", I said. The rest of the tour went just like this. After the dragon was an octopus, a whale tail, a giant mushroom, an elephant ear, an eel head, Buddha's blood as they pointed at the purple dirt, and more dragons. I have to admit I struggled to follow them, and got a little frustrated and envious. Maybe because to me they are cool calcite formations with years of scientific process, but to them it is their Narnia full of mythical creatures and magical adventures.
I began to wonder when did I lose the creative imagination that I once had when I was a little boy?