Day XXXIX –April 26
There won’t be any school today; the teachers are having a big meeting.
So in the morning we come along to the orphanage and help paint the new shower room while Yun is teaching. It’s a voluntary class, so most of the kids are out here, watching what we’re doing and playing football or cuddling the pups or splashing in the pond.
It seems like every day it’s getting hotter here in north Cambodia. And it’s not just me waking up bathing in sweat, even with my fan on, at 5am, the coolest time of day.
So we’re happy to be working under a fan in the afternoon.
We’re working on a little project for tomorrow’s class. We’ll be teaching on countries, and are making a poster showing the flag, landmark, animal, food and greeting of all our countries.
Afterwards I reward myself with a cigarette from the pack I just bought at the roadside store across the street, for just 500r. That’s about 10 cents. And it’s not killing me instantly!?
Another example of miscomunication: this afternoon Mariella was in the internetcafé and she checks for me till what time they’re open: 8pm. So right after dinner Rikke and I get on our bikes and drive over there to find the place closed. The boy told Mariella they might close early if there are no customers, but than just go out back and holla. So we do that. But the lady tells us off. “I always close at 6pm, no later.” More luck in Siem Reap tomorrow.
Instead we find ourselves a cold beer. Cafés don’t really happen in this town, but there’s a convenience store open, with a few chairs out front, where we perch in the fluorencent lighting.
At some point a few boys walk by that strike at the opportunity to practice their English. They’re surprised to see foreign girls, drinking beer none the less. We’re surprised at how worldy-wise they are –despite that little thing- for kids from such a small, remote village.
It’s been a long time since lightning and thunder could scare me – but the loudness with which it comes down over here… gets darn close to it.
Even the dog, that is used to living outside –it’s not a pet the way dogs are held in the western world, but only here for guarding purposes- couldn’t have been happier to see me coming out of the shower just now, while everyone else has already gone to bed, and is begging me to let her sleep in my room; she’s found out already I have a weak spot for her. I try if I can make her lie down besides my bed but she’s just trying to get in, so I have to leave her crying on the other side of my door.
The rain that accompanies tonight’s storm should help things cool down though, finally.