Hello teacher!
The world works in its own special ways sometimes. And I guess in some obscure way it is fair. I had hardly recovered from my food poisoning before it was Jossan's turn to get knocked down by it. I guess if you see the positive side of it it was good timing; we were living in the most comfortable room we had stayed in all trip, with our own bathroom and we had pretty much seen the Angkor temples already. Besides we needed a day's rest.
This also gave me the opportunity to go exploring a bit on my own, when I wasn't nursing her back to health that is. I had quite a good day, enjoying the khmer cuisin and catching a dance show with the legendary Apsara dancers. Interesting really.
When I got back to check on Jossan (sleeping like a baby) I got talking to our tuck tuck driver from the other day, Long. He asked me if I wanted to go to a Cambodian night club, and not wanting to face an evening sitting reading in the corridor (so not to disturb Jossan) I said yes.
Cambodian dance music rocks! I had a good time meeting up with a lot of people, interesting as I was; at least two and a half meters taller than the tallest Cambodian.
Well we decided to stay another day in Siem Reap so that Jossan could rest for a little longer and maybe bribe her stomach back to health with some whiskey. As we were walking along the road we were approached by two Cambodian guys in school uniforms. They told us about their school, the Siem Reap School for Children in Poverty, and asked us if we wanted to make a contribution. This all sounded very interesting so we asked if we could come with and see the school. Of course we could! So we went there and talked to Mr Director, a very sympathetic young monk, and made our contribution. He then asked us if we wanted to come back that evening, and look in when they held English classes.
This is why we found ourselves outside the small school, bulit entirely with sticks and banana leafs, yesterday evening. Along came Mr Monk and he pointed at one of the four classrooms and said: "There is you class. Teach!" A bit surprised we obeyed and entering the room we were greated by a chorous of voices shouting: "Good evening teacher! How do you do! Good luck to you!" The rest is history but we held two classes and got a wonderful respons. A bit of an experience!
Today we finally made our way to el capital, Phnom Pehn. Piece of cake busride, only seven hours.
Lihaii! Hakon tom tom.
This also gave me the opportunity to go exploring a bit on my own, when I wasn't nursing her back to health that is. I had quite a good day, enjoying the khmer cuisin and catching a dance show with the legendary Apsara dancers. Interesting really.
When I got back to check on Jossan (sleeping like a baby) I got talking to our tuck tuck driver from the other day, Long. He asked me if I wanted to go to a Cambodian night club, and not wanting to face an evening sitting reading in the corridor (so not to disturb Jossan) I said yes.
Cambodian dance music rocks! I had a good time meeting up with a lot of people, interesting as I was; at least two and a half meters taller than the tallest Cambodian.
Well we decided to stay another day in Siem Reap so that Jossan could rest for a little longer and maybe bribe her stomach back to health with some whiskey. As we were walking along the road we were approached by two Cambodian guys in school uniforms. They told us about their school, the Siem Reap School for Children in Poverty, and asked us if we wanted to make a contribution. This all sounded very interesting so we asked if we could come with and see the school. Of course we could! So we went there and talked to Mr Director, a very sympathetic young monk, and made our contribution. He then asked us if we wanted to come back that evening, and look in when they held English classes.
This is why we found ourselves outside the small school, bulit entirely with sticks and banana leafs, yesterday evening. Along came Mr Monk and he pointed at one of the four classrooms and said: "There is you class. Teach!" A bit surprised we obeyed and entering the room we were greated by a chorous of voices shouting: "Good evening teacher! How do you do! Good luck to you!" The rest is history but we held two classes and got a wonderful respons. A bit of an experience!
Today we finally made our way to el capital, Phnom Pehn. Piece of cake busride, only seven hours.
Lihaii! Hakon tom tom.
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