Not much to update on this week. Two weekends ago I rode in the Angkor Wat bike race, which was a blast! Thank you to all who donated. We started out early in the morning right as the sun was peeking out from behind the temples. It was even a little chilly while riding through the gigantic forest surrounding the temple complex. My favorite part of the ride was when I was crunching the fallen leaves under my bike tires. It made me homesick for the Colorado falls.

The day after the race, some of the PCV’s and I went to a concert at Angkor Wat. The five famous temples were lit up and served as the backdrop of the stage. The performers were just okay at best, but the scenery made my night.

When I returned to my site, my host brother ran out to tell me that our dog had puppies! We’ve now got two mangy dogs and six adorable pups that can fit in the palm of my hand. They’re cute now, but I wonder how I’ll feel when they get fleas and start chewing on my things.

Last week I came to terms with the fact that I’m an awful English teacher. I don’t think that my students are picking up on anything I’m teaching about. It’s partly because of my complete lack of experience, and partly because the English materials we work with are useless. Incorrect grammar, spelling, and irrelevant story lines are the norm. The good news though is that I’ve taken over the library as my pet project. The Thais brought two new monitors for the computers that were sitting unused in the corner. Some of the twelfth grade students helped me to clean the inch of dust off the shelves. I’ve been spending my time trying to organize everything. Remember how I worked at Barnes and Noble for a while and hated shelving books after the café closed? Well, that’s now the job I have. Oh, the irony. It’s more enjoyable now though because I get to hang out with the kids. The school asked me to help write letters to NGO’s for more book donations. Originally I planned on doing this, but changed my mind after finding a couple hundred English books in the back room that were never set out for the students in the first place.

Sinking more and more money into a system that’s not working to begin with is useless, but seems to be the common method over here. My school has been given a ton of educational resources: microscopes, computers, lab rooms, even a small farm. It rivals many American high schools with regard to material resources. However, the science labs are always locked up and the director has the only key. The reasoning I’m told: “We need to protect the school’s things from the students.” I’m running into this issue daily and it’s hard to keep motivated. I’ve changed my focus from helping teachers improve their English to being a friend and mentor to the students. I keep a ton of office hours and welcome students in all grades to come practice their English with me. I’m working with students from a wide range of abilities. Sometimes the 7th graders come in to read with me, and other times I get questions about writing CV’s from the 12th graders. I like this approach better.

So goes life in Cambodia. From what my sister and my mom tell me, it’s been cold back home. I’m still terribly homesick, but it’s getting better. I anticipated being really lonely during the holidays, but it’s turning out alright. It’s hard to miss Christmas when it’s 80 degrees out and you’re surrounded by rice and palm trees. Merry Christmas everyone, and Happy New Year! Please eat lots of turkey, pumpkin pie and light a sparkler for me.

PS I took the last picture a couple of weeks ago when two planets and the moon happened to line up in a smiley face. My host family was so excited that I got a good picture and they made me show it to everyone who came over to the house for a week afterwards.

First picture is of me (left) and another PCV in front of Angkor Wat. Second is of one of the pups.

Bike Race!

Everything's going smooth at site. I'm finally getting some sort of a schedule down and meeting more and more of the students everyday. I have set up a fair number of office hours each week that students can come for English help and there have been a few that stop by to practice and ask questions. Last Thursday I helped a student for a half an hour or so and when getting up to leave he tried to pay me for the help. The school's are run a little different here because the daytime classes are free, but any private lessons are not. The catch is that some teachers withhold the important information from the day classes, thus forcing the students to pay for private lessons in order to get the curriculum that is covered on the national exam in May. Frustrating, I know.

This coming weekend I will be traveling up to Siem Reap to partake in a bike race fundraiser at Angkor Wat. I'm going to ride in the short 30K road race (on my PC junker of a mountain bike) on Saturday morning. It should be quite the event and I'm really looking forward to it! If anyone wants to sponsor me, visit the website at: http://www.villagefocus.org/angkor_marathon/
The organization putting on this event is mostly involved in anti-child trafficking and land mine causes. If you feel like sending over a few bucks, go to the website and click on the "Sponsor" link. Click on my name and follow the steps. Thanks in advance to anyone who donates!

Mr. Thanksgiving

I envision dozens of ways to kill him while lying under my mosquito net every morning waiting for dawn. I think about the most fitting death for that damn rooster. Beheading would be nice, but death by boiling in a pot of water would help with the hassle of plucking the feathers. Contrary to popular belief, roosters don’t crow at the crack of dawn. What a perfect world it would be if that were the case. Roosters crow before dawn, after dawn, mid-morning, in the evening, and undoubtedly will crow after the apocalypse.

This morning (Sunday morning and also my day off) he started in around 4:00. I’m reminded of that Alan Jackson song that my mom likes “Its 5:00 somewhere.” Presumably, the rooster wants to let me know that somewhere in the world the sun’s coming up, even if it’s still early morning in Cambodia. I think the entire rooster population of SE Asia is in an alliance to thwart my plans of sleeping until 6:00 on Sundays. Maybe one of the members lives on the coast of Vietnam and looked out east across the ocean this morning to see the tiniest sliver of light on the horizon. From that moment on it was a race against time to spread the news of the sun’s arrival to the roosters in Cambodia.

I heard them way out in the distance across the rice fields. Gradually the crowing became louder as my consciousness slipped out of pleasant dreams and back into hell…aka ‘the land of the perpetually crowing roosters.’ I waited in anticipation, knowing that the inevitable event that begins my every day was about to happen. There it is! That $#@ing rooster is sitting on the fence 2 feet outside my window crowing away. I looked out the window and he stared right back at me as if to say “I’ll stop crowing when you can catch me barong.” I told him that he better watch himself because Thanksgiving is less than a week away and I have yet to see a turkey in Cambodia. That rooster now has a name; Mr. Thanksgiving. Fortunately for him I will be away from site over Thanksgiving, but Christmas is just around the corner.

Happy Turkey Day everyone! I wish that I was there eating pumpkin pie with you all. Please send terrible thoughts about death and suffering to Mr. Thanksgiving. The family’s only been serving these weird eel fish the past few weeks and it’s put me in the mood for a drumstick.

Then again, without Mr. Thanksgiving around I’d miss the beautiful sunrises in Cambodia. Maybe I’ll just have to learn to tolerate him for two years. By the way, Sunday marks my fourth month in country. It’s flown by and time speeds up every day. Suksabie (good health) to everyone back home, miss you all tons.

Harvest time

Farm life has always enthralled me. I like the idea that one could conceivably grow and raise a good portion of the food that one family needs at home. It’s a world that I have little knowledge of, but much curiosity for. While I don’t currently live on a farm per say, just being in Cambodia puts me up close and personal with tomorrow’s dinner. My family has chickens and ducks that roam around the yard eating the rice scraps and whatever bugs they can catch. My evening commute home from school is often sluggish due to the traffic jam consisting of water buffalo driven carts, cows, and motos. All around me are miles and miles of rice fields.

I arrived in Cambodia during the planting season, so I’ve now seen one whole rotation of rice growth. I love riding my bike through the rice patties in the afternoons attempting to explore every road, path, and cow trail around my village. In August and September the feilds were nothing more than a billion brilliant green shoots sticking a foot tall out of the mud. Now that the raining season is coming to a halt, the rice has started to seed out at the top and turn gold. From a distance it looks vaguely like a wheat field in America (minus the palm trees).

On Tuesday my farm life curiosity got the best of me. I’ve been bothering my host family for weeks to teach me how to harvest rice, and they finally gave in to my requests. In the morning we headed out to the family’s plot about 4 miles from the house. My host dad rode his moto there while I followed close behind on my bike; peddling furiously to keep up. Upon arriving we were greeted by about 20 day laborers, who are paid 8,000 riel ($2) per day to cut rice by hand. I think this is the standard pay rate for harvesters, but it’s a wonder their families eat at all. You won’t find a Cambodian farmer with any body mass to spare.

First I’ll explain the rice harvest attire. Long sleeves are a must for sun protection, as is a brimmed hat. Most people wear mid-drift pants or roll their pant legs up since you stand in about 8 inches of water and mud all day. The women all wear kormas wrapped around their necks and faces. Nobody wears shoes since they’ll get sucked down in the mud after two steps anyway. You can imagine my hesitancy in kicking off my flip-flops and wading through the same mud that the Peace Corps nurse has warned us about. Most of the fish my family feeds me are caught from the rice fields, which are also habitat to snakes, frogs, mice, rats, birds and small crabs. Walking through snake water is not my idea of fun, but when in Rome…

To harvest, a big group of people stand side-by-side and make their way across the field while cutting the tops off of the plants. In one hand you grab a big bunch of the rice stalks and with the other you cut the top 8 inches or so with a crescent shaped metal tool. After gathering up a big handful of plants, you neatly pile them behind you. Someone follows behind the group of cutters and gathers all the small piles in one location.

The tools are incredibly sharp and you have to be careful to not cut yourself. I learned that lesson the hard way. I cut my hand without knowing it and suddenly I was bleeding all over. Guess I wasn’t ‘cut’ out for farm work in Cambodia. Thankfully it was just a shallow cut and didn't need stiches.

The woman who was teaching me how to harvest was great. She kept stopping to pick crabs out of the mud with her feet. Then she would shake the mud off and stick them in her pocket…presumably for lunch. It’s amazing how fast a group of people can clear a field. I was hypnotized while watching the workers’ movements as they made a path across the endless fields. My favorite part of the harvest though was the sound of people walking through the rice while their tools made the cuts.

Tuesday was a very good day.

Step right up folks...

Surprise, surprise this week is a holiday. Needless to say I’m out of school for a week. In Colorado they say the sun shines 300 days per year, but in Cambodia there seem to be about 300 holidays, festivals, or celebration days per year. I think my school has had one full week of classes since starting at the beginning of October. This is the week of the Water Festival: one of the main Khmer holidays. There are boat races and all kinds of celebrations in Phnom Penh. Sadly though, I’m not allowed to travel to PP because Peace Corps rules put me under a kind of house arrest for the first three months of service. No traveling for me, except to Siem Reap. So here I am hanging out at site wondering what I should do for 8 days. I’ve already ridden every road within a 15 mile radius of my town, scrubbed the bugs off my floor that reek like the market’s fish stalls, sewn up the holes in my mosquito net, finished my third book in a week, and I even sat on a rock and looked at a tree for an hour. You’ve got to make your own fun in rural Cambodia or the boredom will kill you.

On Sunday I returned to my home around 5:00 after a long bike ride, showered, and was hanging out waiting for dinner. Suddenly someone turned on the world’s largest speakers up the road from my house. In the distance I could hear Fergie’s “my humps” in Khmer and figured someone was throwing a party for the festival. My family invited me to go to the Wat with them after dinner, and of course I accepted. It’s not very often that I’m outside past dark here. Usually the gate’s locked up by 7:00 and I’m under my mosquito net by 8:30.

Upon arriving to the Wat, I was shocked to find that a carnival had been set up complete with music and lights (quite a feat when there is no electricity to speak of). I have no clue how they got the rides to my village and assembled without me ever noticing. The Thais had to helicopter computers in to my school, but somehow the Cambodians brought in a Ferris wheel by truck. Imagine the most dilapidated circus from the 20’s and you kind of get the idea of what this carnival was like. I started looking around for the bearded lady or the man with tattoos covering his body oblivious to the fact that everywhere I walked a crowd gathered. I was looking for the freak show, while the Cambodians had already found theirs.

At first I watched the kids’ ride which was similar to ‘the swings’ at Eliche’s. You know, the ride where it spins really fast while you sit in a chair suspended by chains to a large metal frame. Well, the kids’ version had a mismatch of various plastic toys to sit on (a frog, a faded and cracked school bus, etc). There was a fan on top of the whole contraption that I presume was charging the battery that powered the lights. This was amusing and all, but the Ferris wheel loomed in the background begging for my attention.

I decided that I just had to ride it. In the back of my mind I wondered if I got hurt would the Peace Corps add “no riding sketchy Ferris wheels at Wats” to their list of rules. Let’s find out! I dragged my little host sister over there to ride with me. For 1,000 riel (25 cents) you get to ride the Ferris wheel straight out of hell for 5 minutes. The whole thing was powered by a gas engine hooked up to an old truck axel that spun a bunch of belts. No doubt it was handmade and had seen better days. I had to hunch down and crunch up my legs just to fit inside the cage. My particular cage/seat thing, lucky number 10, didn’t have a latch on the door. So there I am holding the door shut, my knuckles turning white from the death grip, and I’m coughing up a lung thanks to the smoke from the engine down below while a crowd of Cambodians gather round to watch the barong ride the Ferris wheel. At the end I jumped out thankful to be alive and thought, “Once is enough.” That wasn’t in the cards though. My students thought it was the most hilarious thing that their teacher rode on the Ferris wheel and soon they all wanted to ride with me. After a few more trips I had to quite and explain that the fish soup I ate for dinner combined with the motion was making me sick.

I then wandered over to the food area to see about buying a funnel cake and ice cream. Ha-ha, yeah right Rebecca. There were fried bananas being cooked over a small fire in the dirt…I declined. The darts were next. There was this large wooden structure set up and balloons were put in between the boards. A ‘safety net’ was strung up behind the contraption, but a lot of the kids kept putting their faces right up to the net watching the crowd throw darts. Thankfully no one lost an eye that night.

So that was the carnival experience. Sure there weren’t popcorn stands, safety ropes, or bearded ladies. But who needs those things when police with assault rifles slung over their shoulders walk around while the best internatinal dance song of all-time plays in the background…ah, the Macarena.

Surreal Lunch

Some of you may already know this (and I don’t want to brag to my fellow PCV’s), but my high school is nothing less than beautiful. It was a donation from the princess of Thailand to the Cambodian people and has no physical resemblance to Cambodian high schools. I do however face many of the same challenges as other volunteers despite the new buildings and neatly manicured gardens. Email me about that if you’re curious. Back to the point.

One of the Thai teachers here who serves as the day-to-day contact with the Thai government invited me to lunch with the school’s project manager and all of the other “big wigs” who work for the princess. Of course I accepted! Eating yummy food on dishes encrested in gold with the Thai royal emblem while watching soccer on a massive TV was not what I had envisioned for my Peace Corps experience. But I certainly wasn’t going to complain while sipping down that ice-cold Coca-Cola.

The project manager and I chatted for most of the meal and he told me a lot about the buildings and the obstacles they faced in placing this massive school out in rural Cambodia. They actually helicoptered materials in from Thailand (like computers and tech equipment) because the roads to the site are absolutely horrific. He also invited me to come to Bangkok with the students who receive scholarships to study at universities in Thailand. Sounds great, but I doubt the Peace Corps would okay that trip. Oh well, I guess I’ll have to explore the sandy beaches of Thailand on my own dime over vacation next summer. Enjoy the snow everyone….I’m off to drink a coconut. Life’s rough here :)

Siem Reap synopsis: I bought the town out of peanut butter, drank a latte a day, ate Indian food twice, Mexican once, and maybe had one or two beers. It was a gluttony fest and just what I needed. Halloween was fun. I wore a rice sack and went as “white rice.”

Getting into the Halloween spirit

For Halloween I’ve got plans to travel up to Siem Reap for a coffee, beer, and cheese fest with some of the other volunteers. Basically the plan is to visit as many non-rice serving restaurants as possible in four days. Maybe I’ll even make it over to Angkor Wat to see what the fuss is all about.

Cambodia, refusing to disappoint, has helped to kick off this week with a bang. Sunday overall was a fabulous day. I made banana pancakes for breakfast (impulse Bisquick buys in Phnom Penh sometimes turn out alright), ironed my teaching clothes the old-fashioned way with a heavy metal iron and hot coals, went for a long bike ride and got caught out in a massive rainstorm.

I would have made Bear Grylis proud with the shelter I made by propping palm branches up against my bike. I sat in the rice field under my shelter for a good hour while the cows and water buffalo wandered past me unfazed by the monsoon.

The storms here are something to be admired. At first the air becomes heavy and still; a few drops fall here and there. Within a minute it turns into a non-stop downpour. The wind will pick up causing the rain to come in sideways and the palm trees to sway and dance out in the rice fields. A single storm can fill a rice field to its brim and wash out the roads. One storm in Teuk Phos lasted non-stop for 7 hours. There was a bout a foot of water surrounding most of my house and the road out front turned into a lake three foot deep in places. The water buffalo were out in the marsh and all you could see were their cute faces sticking above the surface. My training host family didn’t seem overly concerned about the flooding. Plus, I was safe and sound in my second floor bedroom, so as they say in Cambodia: aut ei dtee (no problem).

Back to the story at hand: Sunday’s events. I debated whether or not to post the following part of the story. In the end though I decided to tell it because the sum of all my experiences (good and bad) in Cambodia will make my service what it is.

Sunday night was like any other; my little host brother was wearing my bike helmet and sunglasses, listening to my ipod, and dancing around my room. Suddenly a bat flew into the house and made quite the ruckus. It decided to hang out (ha-ha, literally) on one of the beams of the ceiling. My host dad, BunPa, grabbed a broom and hopped onto the crey (table/bed thing) and began swinging at the bat like it was a piñata. After three swings he sent the bat flying across the room and it landed in the spokes of my bike tire with a wham. The poor little guy was all tangled up in the spokes. BunPa flicked it outside and watched as the dogs pounced and tormented it. The bat was making such horrific noises and finally BunPa killed it with a sandal.


Some things in Cambodia will never sit well with me, I think that’s okay. I don’t have to agree with everything I see over here to be good at my job. Likewise, I cannot change everything that upsets me, nor should I try. However, it is hard to bite your tongue when your neighbors bet on chicken fights every afternoon, when people hit dogs just for the sake of doing so, or when the pigs squeal as they’re laying upside down tied to the back of the motos on their way to be slaughtered. The pigs really get to me because they sound like children screaming.

A lot of things over here don’t make sense to me, and I doubt they ever will. Regardless, I’ll keep trying to make a place for myself and learn as much as I can. Thanks for reading everyone and a special hello to Kristine’s mom (Mrs. Hart). Kristine told me that you have been following the blog, so I promised to say hello for her. I’ll try to post another story next week about the upcoming happenings in Siem Reap. Happy Halloween everyone! Please eat an extra Snickers bar for me.


Pictures: (first, my bedroom at site; second, a very nice Khmar style kitchen)

Finding my grove at permanent site

It’s been nearly 2 weeks since I arrived at my permanent site in Kampong Thom province. I’ve made friends with a lady who sells coconuts at her food stand, had some teaching clothes made at the market, explored the nearby temples of Sambor Preh Kuk, and eaten a cow’s stomach. It hasn’t been an easy week at school, but I’m trying to make a place for myself in Cambodia.
Each morning I’m up before dawn stretching and preparing for a quick run through the rice fields near my house. My new house has something that resembles running water, so after my run I take a cold shower and get ready for school. However, there is not electricity available at my site, so I use a car battery to charge my cell phone and power a small light in my room. On school days I get dressed in the traditional Khmer teaching garb (yes, I look ridiculous) and ride my bike up to school (about 2k away from my house). Before class I grad a quick breakfast of rice, and veggies for 2,000 riel ($0.50) and then observe 4 hours worth of English classes. At 11:00 I go home to change clothes then head to the market to eat lunch at my family’s stall. The rice is not so bad…I now prefer to have duck eggs rather than chicken eggs served on a big pile of rice with lots of soy sauce. I sure miss bread and cheese though! Depending on the day, I will hang around the market for a while to practice Khmer, go for a bike ride, or go back to school to observe more classes. Since everything is so new, I do find myself very bored at times. Last Sunday I had absolutely nothing to do, so I went to breakfast, worked out for a couple hours, went for a 2 hour bike ride, ate lunch, then rode my bike to the nearby temples and wandered around all afternoon. I spend a lot of time on my bike.
Living with my new host family is working out well so far. I have a younger sister, Bun yah, who is 13 and in 7th grade. She is such a sweetie and I’m trying very hard to help her with her English. This is her first year studying English formally and she is really shy to practice with me. I understand completely because I usually feel very shy to practice my Khmer.
My host brother, Bun nah is 10 and hilarious. Last week he was riding my bike around (it’s beyond too big for him). I borrowed someone’s mini sized kid’s bike and rode down the street after him. All of the neighbor kids were rolling on the ground laughing at the site of us. Last night he was looking through an American magazine of mine and was SO excited about all of the car ads. Tonight I’m going to buy some glue on the way home so that we can make car book covers for his school books.

I call my host parents older brother and sister since they are fairly similar in age to me (30-something and 29, respectively). They own a stall at the market and sell TV’s, radios, cell phones, and car batteries. I think that they get frustrated with me because my language skills are by no means impressive, but they do show me a ton of patience when I try and verbalize my plans or what I did in the day. I don’t think that I would be able to stick things out here without them.

The work situation is beyond frustrating for me right now. The 10th grade still has not shown up yet, only about 1/3 of the students have books, the computers would be better served as doorstops because they don’t work with any regularity, and I can’t even get someone to give me my own bathroom key. Ugh! It’s just going to take time for things to take shape. I’m trying my best to get used to the pace of life in Cambodia and show the same patience that the Cambodians have shown me regarding the language barrier. Thanks for the letters and phone calls from home everyone! They keep me smiling and cheer me up when I’ve had a rough day. Take care and write often.

Pictures: first (the K2 crew after swear-in ceremony October 4th), second (interesting tree cluster at Sambor Preh Kuk), third (me standing on top of a huge stone archway @ Preh Kuk), and fourth (over-grown temple @ Preh Kuk)

First Week at Site

Susedi from Kampuchea! I arrived at my permanent site on Sunday (my house is on the left) and had two days to settle in and get ready for school to start. Monday morning I spent a good two hours boiling water over a fire so that I would have enough drinking water for the week. I then ironed my clothes the old-fashioned way using hot coals in a heavy metal iron. I got the chance to explore this massive temple complex a few kilometers away from my house named Sambor Prey Kuk. I'll be posting pictures of it as soon as I can, because it is nothing less than amazing. Wednesday was my first official day of school and I spent the morning observing classes. I developed a weird rash on my legs and the medical officer said I probably got scabies from one of the grungy guesthouses in Phnom Penh last week.

So yesterday afternoon I rode my bike to the provincial town to pick up the medicine. It took quite a while to get here because it's about 30k away from my town and down a very bumpy road. It's funny when riding my bike 30k in the afternoon sun to get my scabies medicine becomes enjoyable. The provincial town has a western style restaurant, so for dinner last night I ate a cheeseburger, french fries, and a banana shake. It was fabulous and a nice change from the rice.

The kids in my host family (far left - cousin, middle - host brother, right-host sister).

Take care everyone! Miss you lots. Keep checking my blog and put in some requests for topics you would like to hear about.

A Typical Day in Tuk Phos...

Greetings to everyone from back home! I hope you all are happy and healthy. I’ve finally found time to post my first story from abroad. It’s been almost three months since I jumped on a plane to Cambodia, but it feels like a year has already flown by. I am in my last week of training and currently preparing for the Peace Corps swearing-in ceremony on October 4th. That marks the day when I actually become a volunteer. After that, it’s off to my permanent site in Kampong Thom province for my two year stint as a high school English teacher.

The past 10 weeks have been occupied by non-stop cultural and language training. I’m by no means proficient in Khmer (pronounced Khmai), but I can go to the market, travel alone, and order food at a restaurant, etc. Conversation with me pretty much goes as follows:

Host mom: What are you doing today?
Me: I like chicken.
H.M.: What time are you going to school?
Me: I go to school today.
H.M.: What time do you go?
Me: Yes, I like bananas too.
H.M.: (gives me a strange look and walks away)

Although my language is very basic at best, I am somehow finding a way to function over here. Most days follow a predictable schedule. I usually wake up a handful of times each night to the barking werewolf dogs, the mice in my room, or because of the chirping bugs and frogs outside. Then at 4:00am every morning the monks begin beating on the drums as a reminder to the farmers that the sun’s coming up and the rice fields need to be tended to. Unfortunately for me I live across the street from the Wat and my bedroom window also faces that direction, so sleeping late in Cambodia is never an option. I lie awake and wait anxiously for the sun to come up because I’ve got to wash yesterday’s clothes before I leave for breakfast at 6:30. I walk or ride my bike to the market (p’saa) and usually buy some fruit before meeting my friends at our usual breakfast place on the main road in Tuk Phos. At the food shop you either order noodles or rice with one of the following: veggies, chicken, pork, or beef. I usually get noodles and veggies with lots of hot sauce. I have yet to get sick over here (knock on wood) and I attribute that to the massive amount of Thai peppers that I eat everyday, and the fact that I eat a coconut every afternoon.

After breakfast, all of us head to language class for four hours. Yes, four hours of language class! It’s cruel. In my training village there are three groups of roughly four people each. Each group is assigned a bilingual host country national who teaches us the basics….new words, pronunciations, and sentence structure. After being grilled on the Khmer that I’ve already forgotten from the previous day’s lesson, I go back to my house and eat lunch with my host family. Usually we’ve got a little break in the middle of the day so I sit in the shade and drink a coconut before taking my second bucket bath of the day. It’s so hot here that most Khmer people take 3-4 bucket baths per day to cool off. I’m happy to follow suit because I drink an ungodly amount of water and sweat it all out between 1 and 2 o’clock. Later in the afternoon we typically have teacher training, a community development session, or cultural training for a few hours. By 5:00 I’m on my way home to eat dinner with my family.

Dinner is awesome in Cambodia. Until a few weeks ago I ate on top of the crey (short table thing) with the family. We now eat at a table for some reason or another, maybe because I was terrible at sitting Khmer style. The food is served communally on one big platter with 2-3 different dishes. Either my host sister or myself will dish up the rice in a particular order; guest (if there is one), host father, host mother, host sister, and me (if Srey Mom is dishing up the rice she is last). Then we all dig in taking one spoonful at a time from the platter. My family knows that I love hot peppers, so they give me my own bowl of soy sauce loaded with those little guys. My host mother is a fabulous cook and I do enjoy most of the food. We eat a ton of fish soup, grilled frogs, and various stir fries with meat and vegetables. However, I have eaten some things that were a little too different even for my taste: a pig’s foot, cow tendon soup, chicken brain, chicken stomach, pig intestine, and fish eyes (although Amy and I used to eat these as kids) top the list.

After dinner my host sister and I clean up and I take another bucket bath in the kitchen/cooking shed out back. I usually study Khmer, write letters, read a book, or watch TV with my host family and try to pretend that I know what they are saying to me. I’m under my mosquito net by 8:00 every night and soon thereafter I fall asleep. One thing that shocked my about the tropics is how short the days are. We only have about 12 hours of light because we’re so close to the equator. So, it gets light around 5:45 am and turns pitch black by 6:30 pm. The bugs come out of the woodwork at night too, so I like to be under my net to keep them at bay. I spend the rest of the night drifting in and out of sleep, and waking up often to scare the mice back into the walls. My favorite nights are when I lay under my mosquito net and read while listening to the rain and the croaking frogs.

As you all can tell I am enjoying it here in Cambodia very much. Occasionally there are days when I’m so homesick for Colorado that all I can think about is riding my bike in the mountains and sometimes there are days when I want to hide from everything Khmer and not eat a single grain of rice. But those days come and go and I always find a way to get through it. But in general I enjoy being here and I am looking forward to the next two years as an English teacher.

Thanks for reading everyone! Keep checking back for new posts because I will have access to internet in my new village starting on October 5th. Also, check out the pictures.

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Things I learned with sister over the past 24 hours:

1. If you're going to buy 5 singles out of the beer case, you may as well buy a six pack.
2. Zohan is the worst movie ever.
3. Bring a bottle opener to the movies or you will have to use your keys and end up spilling all over your pants.
4. DUBS is the Ustedes version of shut up
5. Don't hastle people in dark parking lots...even if they almost run over you.
6. Savory crepes are the only acceptable kind of food for Saturday morning breakfast.

See below for the new trick I learned on the slackline.

PS I'm leaving Denver on July 16th for San Francisco for a few days of hanging out. Then on the 19th I check in to Peace Corps training. Leaving for Phnom Penh on the 21st with layovers in Tokyo, and Bangkok. We'll arrive in country the morning of the 23rd. What a long trip!

PSS Hello to any fellow volunteers who are reading this. I can't wait to meet you all.

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Here it is! You all may not know why you're looking at, but I see months worth of spring cleaning sprees. Granted I would be unable to move these things on a scooter, but a regular car would do the trick. I have managed to sell, donate, or throw away about 2 Subaru loads of stuff. What you see in the picture is really everything I own (minus my 3 bikes, of course).
I've spent the past few months giving away my furniture, throwing away questionable t-shirts from way too long ago, and forcing numerous kitchen related items on my my sister (including my beloved omelet pan). Last week I sold Gary, my camping buddy/Grannie grocery getter/snow plow. It was a little tragic to watch the Subey drive off and leave me in the dust, so I treated myself to a strawberry milkshake as a pick-me-up. Ah, much better.

I guess I'm almost ready to go. All I have to do is learn to speak Khmer, figure out how to teach English to non-native speakers, and find out how to use one of those squat toilets. Piece of cake, right? Oh, and I forgot to mention...I've heard that Cambodia has snakes. Seems that I've had my fair share of snake sightings this year already. Not okay with me!

A few months ago I went to the reptile shop as part of my self-prescribed ophidiophobia treatment. I held that little guy on the left for a while, which was barely tolerable. Then the shop guys brought a big boa out of its cage and it started hissing at me. I just about lost it when it gave me the "I'm gonna eat you" look. The second run-in was with some funky road kill....gross. Then a few weeks ago I nearly ran over a huge bull snake on my mountain bike. Outta my way!

This weekend I'm racing again and real nervous that all of the ice cream I've been eating lately will not actually make my legs pedal fast. We'll see. For anyone who's interested (Meg and Lieschen), I'll be riding in Winter park on Sunday. Just assume that yes, I would in fact like a beer at the finish line. Here's a pic from the hill climb race two weeks ago. I jumped up to the Expert class this summer and I'm now racing with the fast girls who completely kick my butt on the climbs.

Thanks for reading my blog everyone. I will try to post somewhat regularly about my adventures abroad. Maybe I'll even throw in a picture or two of Angkor Wat.