Hello Madam, motorbike?
Trip Start May 17, 2009
19Trip End Dec 21, 2009
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Where I stayed
Everyone involved at the school and volunteer house
The chaotic traffic and never knowing what you will see next on a moto (Who would have thought I could reflect on this so fondly?)
The veeery handsome Cambodian men and their beautifully-shaped hands– although can’t say I dig the long fingernail on the little finger (for cosmetic purposes I’m told)
The modesty of both men and women alike – there is something pure and innocent about it that carries through to the way they conduct friendships between sexes
Locals wearing long sleeves and jumpers to keep the skin from darkening
Coffee Korner – my home away from home for 3 months
The little old toothless man at the end of the street who smiles and giggles every day as we walk past. Same goes for the lady at the shop on the corner from the school
Del Gusto restaurant and its chilling out atmosphere
Women in pyjamas all day long
$2 manicures and pedicures from Sisters
THINGS I WON’T
Smelly river – why do tuk-tuk drivers insist on taking the route past the foulest canal? And how do restaurants continue to trade when they are set up beside it?
The heat in the marketplaces
The embarrassment of taking a sweat shower in just about every class at Conversations with Foreigners
The smell of my pillow – way too many sweaty volunteer heads have been on that thing
Not being able to buy moisturizer without whitening cream in it
A full-size refrigerator being carried on a cyclo
Olympic Stadium dancersize
People going swimming fully clothed – yes, I mean in jeans.
The druggie up the street crashed out on the swingseat with a hypodermic hanging out of his stomach
Stepping on a rat on the way to Rory’s Bar
Motorbike carrying a double bed mattress
Women riding atop their metal tucker boxes on the back of a motorbike
Raw liver chunks (or chunks of blood we were told) on top of noodle soup
Clothing washed and hung outside all the places of business