|Ice coffee during break at school ...that is yummy condensed milk on the bottom.|
It strikes me once in in a while as I am comfortably cycling in the chaotic traffic of Kampong Cham that this is my life in for the next two years. Okay, I'll be in Sisophon, or Srei Sisophon, or Banteay Meanchey Town, (your choice) but Kampuchia all the same.
As I played chicken through the intersection and negotiated my way onto the street the school is on, there was a no entry sign which bikes and motos can ignore. Just outside the school there were 2 very long tents with music blaring indicating the preparations for a wedding ceremony which continues for at least 2 days. Unfortunately it was directly across from the school. Can you imagine 6 hours of Khmer, trying to get your mouth and tongue around undecipherable sounds to the competition of some outrageously inharmonious music. Holy headache!
This is Dara. He is a brilliant Khmer language teacher and a very lovely human being. He was a youngster during the Khmer Rouge regime. It is truly unbelievable to hear some of what he had to live through. The lovely disposition of the people here and what they have experienced is remarkable.
After class in the afternoon, we headed to a Vietnamese pancake shop for some dinner. Incredibly good!
On the way back to the hotel, the "jazzercise" class was happening by the river. This by the way is free and is as much about participation as it is about a spectator sport. Some evenings, there are more motorcycles lined up watching than there are jazzercisers!
And, just so you don't think it is all sunshine, sweaty heat, and blue sky. It did rain for about 10 minutes while we were eating lunch. Unfortunately, it didn't cool things off much.
Life continues to be amazing and every day is an adventure of some sort. I'll leave you with a picture of a favourite...Tom Yam Soup. Hope you are all doing well and don't forget to drop me a line. Nothing like getting mail! Lots of love and good health to one and all. See you next blog.