| Friday, June 20, 2008 |
| Cruising |
 Holiday number 65 of the year (Queen's Birthday Celebration... for the elderly... and the water harvest) was my first escape from central Phnom Penh in weeks, but we didn't get that far. Loaded up some PEPY bikes, set off into the 30C heat, and cruised around on red dirt roads towards Choeung Ek, aka the Killing Fields. Not a good destination for a lazy holiday ride, you say? You'd be right. Just a touch of Deepresso is how we roll in Cambodge.
 House on a lake where they grow morning glory and other water vegetables.
 Good clean water! Yum.
 Kids at a temple or pagoda-- not sure the difference. Widows and extremely poor children, usually abandoned or orphaned, can live on pagoda grounds in exchange for washing dishes, taking care of the grounds, and the like. The monks accept food from community members, and in exchange, the people living there can eat their leftovers. |
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| Tuesday, June 17, 2008 |
| Cambo (House) Five and Cambo Six |
 As requested: I have a house, the fifth place I've lived in five months. Sometimes, it's filled with mod, blurry people. They are awfully nice, and they did like our Mexican cooking, though I had to explain a few times to our Khmer neighbors that Lauren and I weren't actually from Mexico.
 Not requested, but here are a few staples of Phnom Penh life in an unassuming snapshot:
1) Taken from a tuk-tuk (motorcycle driven cart or vehicle)
2) Lots of rain, which floods the streets and makes the rats living in the sewers angry enough to run out and riot, and shake their little paws into the gray afternoon air
3) Cambo Six-- a popular chain-shop for gambling on British football teams
4) Motorcycles, which are at a higher risk of being stolen during football championships (Seriously.) Motos can generally be started with any key or piece of metal, so it's a wonder that more don't get knicked. Moto owner, beware. If the rat gangs don't drive away with it, a losing gambler just might. |
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| Wednesday, June 04, 2008 |
| Things that are famous |
 After the scenic bus ride, Mister Potato, Timmy and I arrived in Kep. It's a small town, famous for an amazing crab and seafood market along the coast. I'm not a huge fan of crustaceans, but they're *famous*. It was unofficially rainy season, which means most of the town was a shade of mud, but we at least made it out on a attempted hike or two up into the hills before getting drenched and/or attacked by cows. The wild cows with horns? Some say they're domesticated. Don't believe them.
From there, a van took us to Sihanoukville, one of the slimiest tourist destinations in Cambodia. There isn't anything special about Snookville, other than it has a ridiculous number of international restaurants and domestic taxi-girls to choose from. Take your pick! (We just went for NGO-helping-abused-women-cafe delicious brownies and muffins and some great Italian food, and passed on the other option.) I tried to knock a life goal off my list by learning the art of motorcycle driving. Not successful. Think you have to actually surpass 1st gear to get that accomplishment.  The last stop was an eco-lodge in Koh Kong province, near the Thai border. Check out that boat! We rode on one just like it, only not sunken. The cabins were classy and fancy, apart from one small mouse friend in the shower. We went for several kayak rides, but were severely drenched each time from rainshowers. Not sure if it was actually that eco-friendly, besides being in a jungle and using mostly solar panels... until, that is, the solar power ran out and we listened to the rumble of generators all evening. Eco!  |
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