Cambodia Part One

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The plane to get to Cambodia was SMALL.  I mean, it probably fit like 60 people, but the propellers on the wing were exposed – not encased in those engines like you’re used to seeing.  Anyway, it went perfectly fine except that I didn’t have a window seat, which was sad.

 

We weren’t supposed to have dinner until later that night, but our tour guide, Vanthy (pronounced One-Tee) let us stop at a fast food place.  He also taught Nick and I how to say Hello, Goodbye, and Thank you (Suesday, Leah-Hi, and Orkan). 

 

I just got some fries because I wasn’t terribly hungry and didn’t want to spend too much money.  I made my way to a bench outside just to sit and watch ‘cuz we were pretty much dead in the middle of the city.  There was a poor woman about twenty-five years old maybe laying on the ground outside in the cement island and she was saying something (To herself?) and she was missing a lot of her teeth.  There was a little girl with a skirt and no underwear running around nearby and she kept going up to the woman and talking to her and I think finally laying down with her, and the woman kept pushing down her skirt.  I think it was her mother, but could have been sister, I’m not really sure.

 

The trees in Phnom Penh are painted white.  They used to have on street lights at all, so the only way you could get light at night was the moon, and they would paint the bottoms of the trees white to help reflect just a little more light.  They have streetlights now but not everywhere.