13.01.2013 - 13.01.2013
DAY 10, SUNDAY, January 13th
The second day without power: It is hardly missed when the weather is so warm and just being here is a joy. I took a dip in the pool, and lazed about till noon. Then I headed into town: I had found some kids books in Khmer and English. I want to lend them out in my classes for 2 days at a time. In the end I will leave them – never too many clean bright new books!
At 3 p.m. Kosal finished work and arrived on his motorbike. Jasmine had to work, so we set of to her town 10 minutes away. We arrived at his friend, Sophorn’s house: The celebration was because he and his wife had just moved into a new apartment. Again, I had interesting conversation. I enjoyed hearing Sophorn’s opinion on politics and corruption in Cambodia. “The King lives very well”. We spent a relaxing afternoon eating spicy new dishes, that I can’t really name and watching new neighbours coming by to make the new couple welcome. A little bit later Kosal, his wife and child set out with me, all onboard the bike to home. Nguon and the baby got off at their home, and we went off to see a number of the wells. Each one is used by several families in an area. Kosal then brought me back to the town and we shook hands warmly.
I found Sona sitting in the hotel lobby, arranging lotuses in a bowl of water. She said that the lotuses are not yet open, so she tucks in the bottom petals so that they will float. We enjoyed the afternoon together, talking and arranging the flowers.
The night is still young. Khamra, the very cheerful and attentive worker on the front desk has accepted my invitation to go dancing in a nightclub. He says he hasn’t gone before. Jasmine is also keen, as is Eng, a lovely young cook. By the time Kamra was able to leave (“Don’t tell Auntie” he told me), 7 Korean visitors had joined us. We marched along by the river until we got to a pulsating neon modern establishment where we were frisked for drinks going in.
We ordered drinks, but the music was infectious and I hopped up to the dance floor. Seems that Cambodians don’t like girls to dance alone, so soon I was dancing with several cute very young fellows. What fun! ..but those songs are really long! I went back for some of that great Angkor beer, then most at our table got up to dance- as a group. Boy, it is hard to be left out here. It was a great evening – and a great work out too. Common sense finally told us that morning comes very early for all of us workers, so we all left together and sauntered happily along our very dark and somewhat overgrown path. I tried not to think of the crocodile farm just DOWNRIVER from us. We got home, just after midnight, ready to hit the sack.