Tarantula in my mouth
On the journey from seam reap to phenom penn I ate a tarantula at a random road side stop. It was fried. A local told to it was good for my health. I proceeded to rip off the bottom half and passed it to him. To our everlasting health I exclaimed. We touched tarantula halves and down the hatch they went.
In Cambodia any white person is called a Barang.
I somehow found myself sitting in our Cambodia house among the trees learning an ancient eastern medicine of acupuncture. From a Cambodia? Certainly not, but from a once Malyasian minister of health who had since retired and decided to become a missionary to Cambodia. The class was half in english and half mandarin. who says god doesn’t have a sense of humor?
Swimming in Cambodia’s biggest river is not always your smartest nor your cleanest life decision. But after finding a spot to enter not used for watering cows or filled with oil from generators running irrigation pumps the water was quite lovely … If you don’t mind floating cigarette butts.
The price for 8 fried bananas in the market is one half the price of 1 can of coca cola classic.
I learned to drive a vehicle called a tok-tok. That being said I am the best (ok and only) white female tok tok driver in all of Cambodia.
I played the angel Gabriel in our Christmas production. I also played the star and a wiseman and a king with out a costume change. It caused a bit of confusion.
Christmas in Cambodia is celebrated on a date of your choice during the month of December.
Our contacts favorite food is honey comb. Which you would think would be delicious as it is one of cambodia’s finest delicacies. And honey comb would be delicious if it didn’t come with bee larvae and maggots and flower pollen and ants threaded amongst the comb structure. No big deal. Just a little added protein with your carbohydrates.
For Christmas this year I rode a water buffalo and jumped off a bridge and landed on top of a dead rat. I can safely say this was tue most obscurely wonderful Christmas of my life.
