I was asked why I
walk.
walk.
Cambodians don’t walk. Even to go 5 houses down they will
ride their bikes.
ride their bikes.
Everyday we go on a walk to the market for a little
exercise. The market is about a 15 minute walk down from our house, and we like
to say hello to people on the way and get a morning coffee at a shop at the
market. Students in our English class told
us that people had been telling them that they see us walking through the village.
exercise. The market is about a 15 minute walk down from our house, and we like
to say hello to people on the way and get a morning coffee at a shop at the
market. Students in our English class told
us that people had been telling them that they see us walking through the village.
We are the weird walking white people.
I was asked if I know
how to ride a bike.
how to ride a bike.
Every person here owns a bicycle and they ride them
everywhere. Last night we were going to a student’s house to dinner and our
contact, UE, asked if we knew how to ride a bike.
everywhere. Last night we were going to a student’s house to dinner and our
contact, UE, asked if we knew how to ride a bike.
Maybe he didn’t think we did
because we walk everywhere.
because we walk everywhere.
I was asked to come
to dinner.
to dinner.
One of our students, Lucy, invited our entire team to
dinner. When we got there we took a bike ride to the river. The sun was just
setting as we got the river, and we could see all the people coming home for
the day in their canoes or on the back of their cows. Many people in the
village are farmers and own land on an island across the river from the
village. At dinner they had our entire team sit down to eat as they sat around
and watched us and served us. Even when we finally got Lucy to sit with us she
only took a spoonful of white rice. We were complete strangers to them yet they
took us in and fed us and treated us like honored guests.
dinner. When we got there we took a bike ride to the river. The sun was just
setting as we got the river, and we could see all the people coming home for
the day in their canoes or on the back of their cows. Many people in the
village are farmers and own land on an island across the river from the
village. At dinner they had our entire team sit down to eat as they sat around
and watched us and served us. Even when we finally got Lucy to sit with us she
only took a spoonful of white rice. We were complete strangers to them yet they
took us in and fed us and treated us like honored guests.
Everyone we have met in Cambodia has been so sweet and
hospitable.
hospitable.
