It was another day of cycling into the evening, when Highway Six was gradually calm, and as night fell, I stopped my wheels and prepared to rest after a hard day of running.
Tonight I decided to use the school as a camping ground, I used to sleep in temples and village offices before riding in Cambodia, this is the first time in the school, but I am convinced of the safety of the school.
The reason why I was able to enter the school to sleep is also because it is currently the summer vacation period in Cambodia, and most schools are in the idle period of unmanaged management, which gave me this opportunity.
Although the conditions of the school in Cambodia are not particularly good, but because of the safety and security of public property, the gate is usually locked and closed, but I don't know if it is because the management is too careless, the school I entered only hung the lock on the door and did not lock it, which allowed me to exploit this loophole.
Although this made it convenient for me to sleep in the school, it also brought a little worry, in case someone suddenly came and locked up, I was afraid that I would have to be locked up in the school.
I'm fine myself, I can climb over the wall and get out, but mainly I can't take my beloved vegetable cart with me, what can I do?
I hesitated to hold the lock in my hand, throwing it away, I couldn't throw it, I couldn't hang it up for him, and I could only make a bad idea.
In order to solve this embarrassing problem, after thinking about it, I temporarily hid the lock in the grass next to the gate, ready to hang it up when I left the next day.
To be honest, I am still a little nervous about such unauthorized intrusion into the school, after all, I have experienced many lessons in the long period of camping, mainly because I am afraid that someone will patrol the night to find me trouble.
But compared to sleeping on the side of the road, the school environment is still cleaner and able to shelter from the wind and rain, coupled with the provision of water, such a temptation is enough for me to put aside those so-called problems, after all, all the way to the road, the soldiers will come to cover the water.
Tie the tent, cook the noodles in one go, and are already super veterans.
I had just eaten noodles, washed my clothes, and was lying in my tent leisurely drinking the instant coffee I had just bought today, when suddenly there was a conversation in my ears, followed by the lights of several flashlights jumping up and down in the school.
I suddenly tensed up, could it be that the people who inspected the school were coming?
Although I can hide temporarily, it is too late to transfer my tent and bicycle, and I don't know what to do for a while.
In the midst of helplessness, the light of a flashlight instantly stopped after shining on my face in the shaking, and the harsh light made me unable to open my eyes, but I could still distinguish that there were three people, and it seemed that there were many things in my hands.
The three of them didn't make a sound, but the footsteps continued to walk towards me after a while, nervous.
As the three of them got closer and closer, I seemed to be able to see their appearances clearly, and the objects in their hands were also recognized.
Gun! It turned out to be a gun!
My mom, I was suddenly a little frightened, these Cambodians blindly carrying guns and walking around, what are they doing, militia or public security?
However, I also knew in my heart that they should not treat me like this, at most by asking and admonishing, but at least I could not provoke them, and no one could really know what I was doing in this kind of place, so I forced myself to calmly nod and smile at them.
But if they are the administrators here, and I have hidden the locks of the school and slept here without permission, I am still subject to some unnecessary blame.
Luckily, the three Cambodians were completely invisible to me, and I was relieved that I didn't even utter a question, but just glanced at me and the tent behind me and turned away.
Is it accustomed to seeing foreigners sleeping in the open? No, this unknown roadside village.
After they left, the gunshots came one after another, and it turned out that these guys were actually taking advantage of the night to fight birds, although they were unscathed, but they were also a false alarm.
Tonight's moonlight is particularly bright, I look up at the stars, recall the past of the journey, the long road, I have no intention of sleeping.
(The cycling story has continuity, more wonderful, please continue to pay attention, see how I rode a vegetable cart to Southeast Asia, please pay attention to the column "Cambodia under the wheels, Khmer Kingdom Cycling")