Sunsets on Tropical Islands

Sunsets on Tropical Islands
Sunsets on Tropical Islands

Sunday, December 29, 2013

In which CHRISTMAS

Christmas in Cambodia. How to celebrate a holiday, you ask, which no other natives of your host country celebrate? To start, we Americans decided to have a White Elephant gift exchange this weekend in Siem Reap. The rule was less than $5 per gift, so some creativity had to go into it. Here is not one, but four pictures of what I made. I kind of wanted to keep it for myself, but that's not how it works, unfortunately. 


Rachel, my friend who lives nearish me, was the excited winner of this spectacularness. 

During Christmas Day, I managed to find a Santa Claus hat for kids in the market, and made it my goal  to wear it all day on Christmas, so here are some pictures of that. 

I'm even including a selfie. 

Unexpectedly, my awesome students from my private class all gave me gifts for Christmas, which was amazingly sweet. 



At any rate, despite the fact that I spent Christmas far from the people that I normally spend it with, it still turned out to be a pretty special day, thanks to all my wonderful Cambodian friends. 










Saturday, December 28, 2013

In which I find a new goal in life


     That's right, I just bought "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" in Khmer. Not only is it awesome for the sake of its awesomeness, but it also sparked a new idea, a new goal for my future book collection. It is now my goal to acquire Harry Potter books in all the languages that I've learned in my lifetime. Of course I will try to read them all at some point, but the collecting is the real goal here. So far I've got English, Latin, Ancient Greek, and now Khmer. All that's left are French, Mandarin, Modern Greek, and any languages that I may study in the future. Also, it just occurred to me that someone should totally write a Harry Potter in a fantastical language, like Elvish or Klingon or Vulcan. I also bought another copy for Voleak, my friendcoteacherstudenttutor whom you met last time. This whole ordeal was in fact spurred on by Meghan, my site mate who is an amazing health volunteer, who had found this book in a book store on Siem Reap for pretty cheap, and had bought it with the intention of using it in her tutoring sessions to practice Khmer. An excellent idea. 


The troublesome mews, Tigerlily and Totoro. Totoro recently got run over by a moto, but somehow she seems to be doing fine. 

Today I was exhausted. I could barely teach 7th grade, and then going to my private class seemed unbearable. Luckily they always make me laugh. One of my students was supposed to be copying something off the board, but he kept getting distracted, so I made fun of how slowly he writes. Anyway, we argued back and forth for awhile, fast slow fast slow fast slow, until finally he retaliated that I write slowly in Khmer. I said true, wanna teach me? So, he goes to the board and writes down some Khmer, and asks me to read. Then he erases it and tells me to spell the words. Now, cheating is one of the worst things about teaching here in Cambodia. It's just the thing, everyone, literally everyone, does it, and there's no stopping it. With that, if I ask one of my students a question, every single other students answers except the student I asked. Every time. Anyway, so that's exactly what happened to my student, and it was me who got to enjoy it this time, so I didn't have to actually think. But, my student was not happy, and this 12 year old went all teacher, lecturing to the much older students while I sat there cracking up. I'd like to hope that he being in my position for a minute might help in the future, but I probably shouldn't get my hopes up. I've been working with them a lot, especially since there are only a handful of students in that class, but every time I get a new student, I have to start all over again, which is oh so frustrating. 

Also this month I got my first ever official wedding invitation. With a kitty on top. 

Lastly, Meghan and I have just begun a World Map project, painting a giant world map on the side of a wall at the high school. We'll be attempting the old-fashioned grid method. My goal is to take lots of pictures, but don't hold me to that. Here is the grid laid out on my bedroom floor. 


At any rate, hopefully there will be pictures of the actual map coming soon. 



Saturday, December 7, 2013

In which Cambodia becomes my norm

    After these hectic 4 months of training, traveling, getting a new permanent site in which I am dropped off in the middle of nowhere to fend for myself, and then struggling to get a schedule set up at my school for the next few months, finally, I feel like I have a somewhat normal daily routine. 
    I teach at the high school Tuesday through Saturday, everyday in the afternoons except Wednesday, which is from 7-11 in the morning. Usually, I wake up at about 7am, wash up, get ready, etc. Then, since I have the morning free, I do anything from going to the market, do laundry, or just relax and read a book.  Later on, I start my lesson planning. I'm teaching grades 7, 9, 10, 11,and 12, and also a private class Monday through Friday, so there is a lot of lesson planning to be done. At 11, I usually have my Khmer lesson for one hour with my friend, co-teacher, and student Voleak. 
Here she is, texting during our lesson, while I'm playing on my iPad. Very productive lesson, that was. 
After that, at about noon I eat lunch with my family. My host mom cooks delicious food, and when she's not home, my 15 year old sister, Srey Nut does the cooking, also delicious. At 1 I go to school. I have 3 co-teachers. Nekroo Voleak teaches 7th grade, the other, Lokroo Snaa, teaches 9th and 10th grades, and the last, Lokroo Sian, teaches 11th and 12th grades. Kroo Sian is also my uncle, so that's convenient. Generally I teach for 4 hours at the school, two 2-hour classes. Afterwards is my private class from 5-6, which is across the street from the school, at Voleak's uncle's house, Boo Pomm. That has about 7 students on a good day. Dinner with my family is at 7pm, then shower time, last minute lesson planning or reading, and bed time. 

This is one of my 11th grade classes, trying to figure out a fill in the blank activity I gave them. 



    My unusual days are Wednesdays, and weekends. On weekends, I'm either traveling, or finding something to do around site. Wednesdays are different, because I teach in the mornings. In the afternoon, I hold an English club, and then help my site mate with her Girl's club. On my breaks, besides trying to be productive, I also try to dar laing (visit) all my friends around the community, and am always trying to meet new people. It's also fun to ride my bike to some of the outer villages, because they usually don't yet know of my existence. 

Here's my English club, on only it's 2nd day. 


    Today my site mate, Meghan, brought her parents from America to our site.  They were super nice, and they visited my house and my family, and afterwards we went to the schools and the health center, where Meghan works. While we were walking, her mom asked me what the most difficult readjustment has been for me thus far. I gave her some long-winded response about the language, and how frustrating it is sometimes that I can't have more in depth conversations with people, and that at this point I'm just an expert at small talk. But, then I went home, and just took my shower, and, it being winter in Cambodia, it was a freezing-cold-I-swear-I-could-almost-see-my-breath shower. So, I take it back, the language problems I can get over, but ice cold showers suck. 

    Finally, here are some pics of my crazy bro and sis. 










Saturday, November 30, 2013

In which it's beginning to look like Christmas

This morning, I woke up with a song stuck in my head. Not just any song, a particular song, one that is specific to this time of year, a time of year that is not commonly known in the country in which I am currently living. The point, is that even when I am literally on the other side of the world, Christmas will find me, Christmas will not be forgotten, it will sneak into your mind at your weakest moments, and just when you think you're settled into this current, Christmas-less way of life, it surprises you with this most interesting of songs. 


In other news, I have been at my current site for over 2 months now. Oh how time flies. It has thus taken me those 2 months in order to take any sort of pictures, which I finally took this morning before rushing off to school. 

My house. It's quite big. 

The living room. Furniture equals a hammock and a folding couch thing, which is my host father's place of rest. We eat on the floor, over in the corner there by the tv. 

The kitchen, mom cooking while sis is doing some dishes. Up the stairs on the right is my room.  We'll wait until its sufficiently clean until putting any pictures of that on the Internet. 

View from the balcony upstairs. Those are rice fields. Not ours though. The rice in front has been harvested already. The longer rice in the back has not yet been cut. 

My sister riding a bike. In the background is our very own coconut tree. Delicious. 

Backyard view from the balcony. Next to the rice fields on the left is our vegetable garden. 

Ninja, the new puppy. 

We also have 2 new kittens, whose names have not yet been determined. 


One of the goals of Peace Corps Cambodia is to teach host country nationals about American culture. A large part of our culture is our holidays, but you don't realize how difficult, and weird it is to explain to a foreigner about American holidays, in a foreign language, until you have to do it dozens of times. My first was Halloween, in which I tried to explain that all the children put on scary costumes and masks, carve scary faces into pumpkins, knock on strangers' doors and demand candy. 'Why?' They ask me. Good question. My second was thanksgiving. On thanksgiving, I told them, we get together will our whole family, anywhere from 5 to 50 people, eat lots of turkey and potatoes until we are full to bursting, and then go watch football on tv. Next is Christmas. Any ideas? Keep it simple, like if you were talking to a baby whose language skills had not yet developed to have deep conversations about the culture of American holidays. 










Sunday, November 3, 2013

In which there are Snippets from my brain in Cambodia

In this post, I've kept a notebook of random snippets of my life in Cambodia, which also accurately represent my train of thoughts.  

1. I'm sitting at a table in Cambodia with a flock of teenage chickens that think my pen is food. 

2. Today I rode in a van full of monks and Khmer students to Angkor Wat, got a guided tour of the temples from the monks in speedy Khmer, took a boat out to the Tonle Sap through floating villages and groves of trees where you could only see the very tips, jumped off said boat with the other monks, all saying '1, 2, 3' while jumping from the top of the boat, about a 15 foot jump, climbed a mountain I. Sopping clothing, played a Khmer version of 'duck, duck, goose,' and got my first sunburn in Cambodia. 

3. Khmer people don't understand freckles. 

4. I thought explaining my Classics degree was difficult in America. Now I live in Cambodia. 

5. Cheese is totally worth that diarrhea you get from only having dairy products once per month. 

6. DEET bug spray is basically paint remover. Whenever I sit on furniture after putting it on, my bed or a chair, I get nice brown zebra stripes on the backs of my legs.  And there'll be no keeping of nail polish on your nails if you're gonna wear bug spray. 

7. I have 7 different notebooks currently in use. I'm turning into my Dad. Help. 

This was when I was lesson planning, one by one opening more of my notebooks for reference, until I took a breather only to realize that there were an insane amount of notebooks surrounding me. 


8. Apparently monks never wear shoes. I have a book about Buddhism with 2 monks on the cover, and they're wearing shoes, and every Khmer person who has seen this book has pointed out that never in their life have they seen a monk wearing shoes. I'm tempted to write to the authors and ask them why the monks are wearing shoes. Also, I think I'm going to pay more attention to their feet when I'm hanging around with monks. I climbed a mountain with a whole group of them and cannot for the life of me remember whether they were wearing shoes or not. 

9. Thanks to the game 'plants vs. zombies,' I'm learning lots of useful Khmer vocab, like zombies, mummies, and pirates.

10. Also, thanks to 'plants vs. zombies,' I came home one day to find my brother walking across the porch like a zombie, whilst my sister proceeded to throw flowers at him. 

11. My school director is very efficient. Whenever teachers are absent, (which happens pretty regularly, or on a daily basis) instead of having the students sit around for an hour, he puts them to work, usually gardening or other grounds work, or cleaning. Today, they cut a large bush into the figure of a rooster. 



We have about 6 teenage chickens that all look very similar, so I named them all Henry. 


Thursday, September 26, 2013

In which I integrate

Where in the world....?

I bet Carmen Sandiago never went to Cambodia. 

Right now I'm in Siem Reap province, which is where I'll be living for the next 2 years. I've been here for almost 3 weeks, and am desperately trying to find ways to fill the time till school starts. So far, I've been trying my best at integrating into my community, which is what I'm supposed to be doing for forever, or until I'm unmistakably Cambodian. This has resulted in quite a few people asking me to teach them English, so I'm teaching 2 private English classes.  The first is at the pagoda at 6am, (ugh) and consists of 20-30 students of varying ages, including a handful of monks. The second is in the evening, and only has 4 students, which is great, but they're also extreme variations in ages. 3 are 12, but the 4th is my age. Fortunately, I've now asked Voleak, the 4th student, to tutor me in Khmer, so she gets lots of extra English practice then, even though she teaches me in Khmer. 

Outside of class, I like to go to the market almost everyday, mostly to buy my 15 cent waffles, but also just so people know I'm here. Generally what happens, is that the villagers point out to each other that the foreigner is here, ask each other if I know Khmer, I reply that I do, and then they all come up to feel my arms, because Cambodians really like to feel arm fat. I've had some different experiences, like one lady started pointing to random things in the market and asked me to say them in Khmer, maybe she didn't really believe that I could speak Khmer, or was just amazed that a foreigner can speak Khmer. I also had a whole crowd of people gathered around the tailor booth when I was trying on different skirts, all putting in their input of which fabrics were prettiest, and which side the slit should go on in the skirt. Otherwise, "ohh barong!" (Foreigner) "jeh Khmer?" Me: "jeh!"  "Ayaaa" [feeling arm fat while asking how old I am and how many members I have in my family]. 

I've also read (only) 10 books in less than 3 weeks, and while this is supposed to be a blog about traveling, technically it says adventures, and books are adventures, so I'm going to talk about them. The first I read we're the first four books in the Artemis Fowl series, by Eoin Colfer. A young adult series about a brilliant young criminal who manages to land himself in the secret fairy world via stealing their gold. Lots of good characters, very good for a young adult story. Apparently there are more than 4, but unfortunately they weren't at Peace Corps when I was there. After that, I read "The Tao of Pooh," by Benjamin Hoff, an excellent book about how Winnie the Pooh is the epitome of Taoism. Pretty short, and has a lot of funny dialogues between the narrator and Pooh and the other awesome characters. Ater that, I read a book called "The Man who Loved Books too much". Written by a journalist for the NY times, it's a true story about a book thief, not an ordinary book thief, but a thief of collectible books: first editions, manuscripts, signed copies, etc.  Books that cost hundreds to tens of thousands of dollars. The author, journalist Allison Hoover Bartlett, writes about her conversations with the thief himself, while in and out of jail, and also some of the book sellers he's stolen from, most specifically one collector, named Ken Sanders, who becomes a private detective on the side, only to catch this particular thief. What caught me about this book, apart from the subject material, was the writing.  Staying true to her journalistic style, the descriptions of the book stores were some of the best I've ever read. If you didn't want to own your own old-fashioned book store before reading this, you will now. The other 4 books were "Tuck Everlasting," a couple Sherlock Holmes stories, and "Pride and Prejudice," which hardly need any recommendations from me. 

Other than that, I like to listen to music on my iPad. Cambodians seem to have a special affinity for Simon and Garfunkel. 

Finally, I happen to live very close to an airport, so when everyone who reads this blog instantly falls in love with Cambodia based on my amazing descriptions, and decides to come visit me in Cambodia, it'll be no problem for me to pick you up at the airport. 

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

In which I write about everything

I asked my very good friend, Shiri, what I should write about on here, and she answered 'everything', so here goes. 

Right now I am lying on an actual bed in a hotel room in Phnom Penh, watching CNN and feeling horribly out of touch with everything not Cambodia. On Friday is a swear-in ceremony in which I finally become an official volunteer. After that, we are shipped off to our separate provinces, where we do all sorts of Peace Corps volunteery stuff. My province is Siem Reap, and there are 4ish other volunteers going there as well. 

Leaving my first host family was intensely sad, lots of crying. I've been trying to talk to them a bit on the phone, but speaking Khmer on the phone is a whole new ball game. I promised to visit them whenever I have time, and will try to get them to visit me in Siem Reap. 

My last couple weeks in Samrong were awesome, my host family spoiled me all the time, lots of little gifts and cakes, and not making me eat a whole bowl of rice. I got to do some stuff with string, don't ask me what, but it had something to do with the loom. I also learned that even when you are hand washing all of your laundry, you still end up with an odd number of clean socks. 

Today we had a lot of sessions at the Peace Corps buildings, of which there are a lot more than I was expecting. There's a nice volunteer lounge that has a huge library. I checked out approximately 10 books. 

A couple weekends ago, my family had a professional photographer come and take a family photo to hang up. They took me to get my first ever mani pedi beforehand. 


My beautiful younger sister in her fancy party outfit. We had a whole fashion show that night of all of her party outfits. I have about 45 pictures of her on my iPad now. 

Me, Samnang, one of my Khmer teachers, and my friend Jeff, who is going to Siem Reap with me as well. Samnang is the Khmer word for luck. 



Khnyom sraw-line Kampuchea. Samnang laor dayung awh-k'nee-ah nov Americ. N'yam Bai!

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

In which I disclaim

A mandatory Peace Corps disclaimer which I completely forgot about. Oops. 

The contents of this website are mine personally and do not reflect any position of the U.S. government or the Peace Corps.


And here is Kennedy's speech regarding the creation of Peace Corps. Enjoy!


Saturday, August 10, 2013

In which I have an OK Saturday (Bumped up from depressing, because they fed us delicious pizza.)

As a warning, those without stout heart should be wary of this post. (Eh hem, mom.)

I debated with myself a lot about whether I should go through with this post, but I finally decided to post it, because I think that the magnitude of all the events that happened during the Khmer Rouge is not well enough known by many, so here goes. 

The rain was a good reflection of our mood when we visited the Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum, and the Choeng Ek Genocidal Center. (Aka The Killing Fields)  First, we visited the Tuol Sleng Museum, formerly known as Office S.21. Previously, these buildings were used as elementary and high schools, but from 1975-1979, the 4 buildings were used as prison cells and interrogation rooms. Each classroom was divided into 8-10 prison cells, usually about .8x2 meters. There were no doors, because the prisoners were always chained by the ankle. You could still see the dried blood stained on the tiled floors. Each building is wrapped in layers of barbed wire, not to prevent anyone from escaping, but to prevent the prisoners from committing suicide by jumping from the 3rd floor. This particular security office, because it was located in Phnom Penh, housed the personal prisoners of the Khmer Rouge, including intellectuals, foreigners, political activists, and traitors. There was a rope climbing station in the courtyard, that was then used as a torture device. The prisoners were hung upside down until they fell unconscious, then splashed in the face with human waste in order to quickly regain consciousness, and continue the interrogation. On the way out of the museum were 2 of the survivors from this office, selling signed copies of their books. (I regret not buying one, now, but at the time, I wasn't particularly in the mood to read anything more about this.)  over 20,000 people died at this office alone, and there were only 7 survivors. They survived because they were artists, musicians, or engineers that could help with the propaganda of the Khmer Rouge. 

After this particularly enlightening museum, Peace Corps was kind enough to buy us all pizza. Per van, there was (supposed to be) 1 vegetarian pizza, 1 seafood, 1 meat lover's, and 1 chicken barbecue. All delicious. Only downside was that we had to eat it all in the van, on the way to the next museum. Good thing I did my laundry this morning. 

Next stop was "The Killing Fields."  This was where they took those about to die and those already dead. This place was discovered in 1980, when after a flood, some potato farmers found loads of washed up bones. They didn't use guns to kill anyone there, because bullets were too expensive, and only used for the war against Vietnam. People were thus killed by any number of objects, usually beaten with stones or axes, or by simply cutting their throats. Thousands of babies were killed by being smashed against trees. This was because under the Khmer Rouge regime, when one member of a family is executed for some reason, the rest of the family is also executed, so that there is no one left to try to take revenge. The bodies were then thrown into dozens of pits. Sometimes people who were only almost dead were thrown into the puts as well. They also had a chemical facility which helped to block the smell of decay, and also loudspeakers to drown out the sounds of those about to die. 

At the very beginning of the Khmer Rouge, all of the Cambodian people were forced to evacuate to the countryside. Huge cities became ghost towns. Most of these people had just recently fled to the cities to escape the bombs coming from American planes during the Vietnam war. In the countryside, they were forced to work 20 hours per day farming and building dams, on less than 1/4 of a can of rice. Hospitals were evacuated, and the ill were also forced to work in these same conditions. Those who didn't follow the rules, or made any sort of mistake were taken to one of the prison offices, or killed on the spot. Near the time when extreme malnutrition set in, the government began enforcing forced marriages, because not enough children were being born. Each day, hundreds of people were gathered to marry someone whom they probably had never met before. 

No one is completely sure why all of this happened, we know that Pol Pot, the leader of the Khmer Rouge, was extremely paranoid, but we don't know why. He studied engineering in Paris, where he learned all of these extreme ideologies, along with the other leaders of the regime. In the end, the Khmer Rouge lasted for 3 years, 8 months, and 20 days, with several million deaths. In 1979, Vietnam finally invaded Cambodia, and took over Phnom Penh all in less than an hour. The Vietnamese ruled for many decades after that, until the United Nations finally came to an agreement to intercede.  Cambodia was declared to be in a state of peace in 1991. 

This particular genocide has a lot of differences from others in history, but the main one for me is that everyone around me over the age of 34 was alive during this time. I'm not sure specifically how my family was involved, (mostly because of the language barrier) but everyone was affected. I've heard so many times of how someone's parents, or sister or brother was killed during this time. You really don't know what to say to that. 

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

In which I introduce pop culture to Cambodia

7/29/13

Day 1 of week 3 and the dogs still have the traffic around here figured out better than I have. I mentioned earlier that I have been eating a lot of food that I couldn't possibly identify, some of which include rambutan, lychee, turnips, morning glory, lychee, and this one yellow fruit that is not to be eaten, but only to be smelled. 

There are 3 young girls who live next door to me. There's Sok Naa, the eldest at 11, very responsible and intelligent, Sit Lim, the middle child, shy but artistic, and the youngest, Julie, who is 5 years old, and the loudest girl on the street. There really isn't an ounce of shyness in her, and lately she's been walking around wearing only pants or a skirt. At this point, I take it as a complement that she feels comfortable enough to not feel the need to be fully clothed around me. The four of us spent several hours last Sunday coloring with the multi-colored pens that I brought from the States. At first they didn't want to draw more than fruit, because they were embarrassed that they couldn't draw as well as me, (except Julie, she drew whatever her heart desired) but they soon saw that my drawing skills are nothing to be intimidated by. I even showed them how to draw Perry the Platypus. Unfortunately, I don't yet know the Khmer word for platypus. 

This here is a picture of my p'dayah. As you can see, there is a net tied from the roof, over me, and to the tree behind me. I'll let you know why it's there when my level of Khmer is adequate enough to ask those kinds of questions. 


My bedroom is up the stairs and in the window on the left. The bathroom is downstairs in the back, behind the cows. Apparently, my dad's favorite story to tell people about my house is that I usually have to step over a sleeping cow or two in order to get to the bathroom. I guess that does portray the situation here pretty accurately. 

And finally, a warm welcome to the newest addict of Candy Crush, my sister Dany. She only started playing yesterday, and is already on level 12. Yeah. 

Sunday, July 28, 2013

In which I survive my first week in Cambodia

Sewah S'day! 

I'm writing this a few days in advance so I have more time to write, well, everything. Today is the first day of the rainy season. There was a special ceremony at the temple this morning, where all the families brought food to the monks. During the rainy season, every family brings food in a special ceremonial food-bringer, (which my ba is holding below) because Buddha does not allow the monks to go out in the rain. 


In other news, the Cambodian election is being held this Sunday, and saying that tensions are running high would be an understatement. Parades of vans and trucks overflowing with people waving flags and banners are constant throughout the day, (which makes riding one's bike while trying to avoid traffic an art form.) and there are loudspeakers in every village blaring from dawn till dusk. 


Staying true to the season, it hasn't stopped raining for a couple days now, and luckily I haven't yet been caught biking in a monsoon. Only a matter of time. 


I have school usually from 8am to 12pm, when I go home to eat lunch with my family, and then return to school at 1:30, and come back for dinner at 5 or 6. After n'yam bai, I bust out my Khmer homework for my family to help me with, and sometimes I teach them some English in return. During school, 4 hours are for learning Khmer, and the other 4 for technical training, which ranges from history and culture in Cambodia, to how to teach Khmer people English. The village that I'm living in now is called Samrong, (in case anyone wanted to look me up in Google Earth) located in the province of Takeo. 


My mosquito net, aka my safe haven at night time. 

While I am amazed with how much Khmer we have learns in little over a week, it is even more impressive how practiced my sisters and I have become at charades. It's only a matter of time until we will only need our gestures to communicate with one another. I am extremely grateful to my older sister, Tiri, for bringing me clothes shopping. For, not only is my Khmer not quite up to par in that I could both buy fabrics and have them tailored, but I am also the worst at bartering, which will result in me over paying for nearly everything whilst I shop in Cambodia. As a result, I bought 3 button-up blouses, 3 sampot skirts, and 1 sarong, and had them all tailored to me, all for under $30. Thank you, borng s'rai. 

Dining table


Backyard







In which I finally find some Internet

So, Cambodia. So much to tell everyone, so little time. Where to start? 

Here is my older brother and sister, tiri and nayim.  My family spoils me, feeding me hot chocolate for breakfast, and constantly helping me with my Khmer. 

This is my little sister Dany, she is also very nice, and likes to laugh at my Khmer attempts.  Here she is working on the loom to make a sampot skirt to sell in Phnom Penh.  


Cambodia is beautiful, my house is beautiful, the farm is beautiful.  I live near the primary school, where we have our language lessons in the morning.  In the afternoons we bike over to the high school for our technical training, which ranges from the history of Cambodia to peer teaching. We eat rice for nearly every meal, with various meats and vegetables that I usually have a hard time identifying, but are nevertheless delicious. The best part of biking to school is passing by villages and having all the little children drop what they're doing to shout "hello!" (In English) to the foreigners biking by with their big backpack, wearing their helmets. I also really enjoy just spending time with my family, Khmer dictionary in hand.  My family doesn't speak any English, but at this point we have all become very practiced at charades. There are many small kids that live near me that have started coming over in the evening to help me with my Khmer, while I teach them some English in return. They're all very good at counting to 10, but the interesting thing is that they can't identify individual numbers without counting.  This shows me some of the techniques that the Cambodian teachers use.  

Here is my mosquito net, which has become something like a safe haven for all volunteers.  Normally you tuck it under the mattress pad during the night, and then tie it up during the day to prevent any crawlers from getting stuck. 



This is the view from my bedroom. 

My sisters tiri and Dany with some neighboring kids.

The neighbor grandma and her grandbaby.  She always makes sure I eat enough of my rice, to make me nice and strong for bike riding. (At least I'm pretty sure that's what she's saying to me)

Rice fields 


Ding, the family dog, whom I have never petted nor talked to as was instructed to me, yet now he has started sleeping on my feet during dinner. 

And finally, the primary school near my house. During the summer, many of the students take private lessons, which are much less controlled by the curriculum and usually a lot more fun for the students, and more flexible and thus effective for the teachers. 




I shall try to update this every week when we visit Takeo.  My home is in Samrong, and I have yet to find Internet. I miss you all (especially my puppy) and hope everyone is doing well!