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More interviews and the issue of Cambodian prostitution

Exploring the less likeable areas and social aspects of Phnom Penh

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You might recall that so far, I have completed eight interviews and there are two more planned for this week. Well, today’s one is with one of the biggest MFIs in Cambodia, residing on one of the longest streets in Phnom Penh. Great news, except that there is no way for me to know on which stretch of the extremely busy and dusty six lane road to look for the office. Not exactly ideal when cycling. And no, taking tuk tuk or moto does not help as the drivers generally expect you to show them where to go.

‘Why not to call them’, I hear you ask. Having tried this on a couple of previous occasions I am skeptical. Thanks to the language barrier and my still limited knowledge of the town, this generally leads to more confusion on both sides. Once I even got transferred to the CEO as he was the one I mentioned I am meeting, which was not exactly a great first impression. My best chance, as usual, is to pick my team’s brains. And indeed, after a few ‘ahm’s and ‘arrrrr’s I am able to cut down the 3km road to ‘likely’ 1km.

Conscious of being late, I use part of my lunchbreak to find the office I am expected to visit in the afternoon. The road is ridiculously busy and unlike in the rest of Phnom Penh, the traffic moves very fast, making it even more hazardous for cyclists than other roads. The suburban location also means that instead of restaurants, massage parlours and mobile phone shops both sides of the road are lined with building sites, moto and car repairs, metal dealers and other industrial enterprises.

Of course, having joined the road in the middle of my ‘target stretch’, I confidently set off in the wrong direction. After avoiding the traffic for 5 minutes, it dawns on me that I will have to cut across the six lanes and cycle in the opposite direction. This takes another 5 minutes of defying my self-preservation instinct as I half expecting side-impact criss cross through the traffic.

Once on the other side, I almost get hit by a side mirror of a passing minibus, before I get on the bike and carry on, this time in the right direction. Although after 10 minutes cycle ride I can see the office, it is on the opposite side of the road! Satisfied with having found it but not wanting to risk another crossing, I continue until a traffic-light junction, where I make my way across the road to the ‘safety’ of the side streets. Lunch time!

Equipped with the knowledge of the approximate location of the interview venue, I slowly make my way to the guest house for some nibble, before heading back to the traffic mayhem a couple of hours later.

The interview goes really well and upon my return, I decide to spend the afternoon focusing on my new work task of coordinating the definition of Facebook strategy and enhancement implementation plan, before making my way to a yoga class. This proves to be unexpectedly strenuous and so by the time I make it to the guest house, I am exhausted and ready for a movie and early night in.

Knowing that the second workday of the week is unlikely to bring anything too exciting in the work department, I arrange with a few people to visit the Meta House showing a couple of documentaries about Cambodian virginity trade and the problem of prostitution. Although both issues are widely acknowledged and even openly visible, some of the brutal facts presented in the documentary ignite a new wave of frustration at the Cambodians’ own efforts to make the lives of their compatriots often unbearable.

Needless to say that the journey back from the ‘cinema’ is filled with serious conversation about prostitution and the selfishness of many Cambodian men and women, selling their young female relatives for profit and treating involuntary sex workers as commodities without rights. Issues like social exclusion and violence, as well as gang rape and continuous abuse are just some realities faced by young women in Cambodia who have been forced to sell their bodies. Characteristically for Cambodia, however, many of these issues are kept under the covers, in an effort to protect well connected, powerful or rich men using women as playthings, police not excluding.

Posted by TheDukes 01:49 Archived in Cambodia Tagged cambodia phnom_penh prostitution Comments (0)

Quad biking through Cambodian countryside & local club scene

Living the celebrity life in quad biking through Cambodian rural areas and dipping a toe into the local night life

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The weekend is here and with it yet another Phnom Penh experience. This time, I have decided to explore the Cambodian countryside on a quad bike. Joint by two other peeps from the guest house, we cunningly booked half a day tour for Saturday 12.30pm. Whilst this might not look like the most enlightened choice given the intensity of lunchtime heat, it was carefully chosen based on previous experience of Friday night exploits. And right we were.
The bikes

The bikes


Embarking on yet another pub crawl around Phnom Penh, we started easy with Friday eve dinner at the Russian Market. Our initial plans to hit a local house party organized by fellow volunteers were swiftly abandoned though, when we learnt of a new (to us) pub with live music and decent pool tables. Before long, various clusters of people from the guest house started to make their way to the ‘Sharky’ bar, until we formed a healthy group of 15.

Excited by the prospect of a pool game on relatively straight table, our names were soon covering the booking board and it was a few hours of challenging and being challenged, before the question ‘What’s next’ penetrated the ether. Unsurprisingly, by popular demand we once again ended up in the Heart of Darkness, which turned out to be our last stop for that evening / early morning, filled with non-stop dancing, jealousy scenes camouflaged as ‘eradicate prostitution and save the girls’ campaign (not mine) and fair amount of lady boy attention directed at the males in our group.
Waiving children

Waiving children


So 12.30pm quad biking start was just fine with all of us, considering that the most sleep anyone was gonna get would be 6 hours.

The tour itself was great. Equipped with a wet helmet (I can only hope it was not a residue sweat from the morning group but a result of thorough wash), face mask to protect against the dust and basic instructions, we set off past the Killing Fields, towards the rice fields, streams and wooden houses.1

My initial reservations about being specifically instructed to go slowly disappeared as soon as we hit the dirt track. As with main roads, side roads are beautifully decorated with massive pot holes and piles of rubble, making off roading huge fun, despite the speed restrictions. The scenery was lush albeit dusty, passing rice fields, banana and mango plantations and even remains of harvested wheat crops.

As soon as we hit the first ‘village’, the ‘go slowly’ instruction started to make much more sense. Excited about seeing people on quad bikes and foreigners at that, children of all sizes run from their houses towards the road, waving and shouting ‘hallo’. I have never given and received so many high fives in one day, and probably not in my entire life. Babies were carried by their older siblings or parents to greet us, adults smiled or nodded in our direction and children with huge grins were stretching their hands towards us. It was an experience to be remembered and I would thoroughly recommend it to anyone visiting Phnom Penh or Cambodia in general.
Local boys keeping us company during refreshment break

Local boys keeping us company during refreshment break


With a couple of watering stops and chats with our guide, we slowly made our way through the afternoon, until it was time to head back again. Covered in dust and with violently sun kissed knees, we arrived where we left off, before boarding tuk tuk back to the guest house. In a desperate need of shower, we had just enough time to get ready for another night out, this time in name of Jay’s birthday.

To those of you who read my blog regularly, it might seem that there is rather lot of birthdays celebrated within my group. I assure you that they are all legitimate albeit eagerly welcome by everyone keen to put a ‘name tag’ on our nights out.

Enjoying nice dinner in a local restaurant offering fried tarantulas, crickets and frogs apart from other things, we contemplated how we should spend the evening. The answer presented itself upon our return to the guest house, when the receptionist / customer service representative / manager Jan suggested we join him and his mates in local disco. Now, there are few authentic experiences one can have in Cambodia and this is definitely one of them.

It didn’t take much persuation and we were on our way to da club. Ushered into a reserved ‘vip’ area, we ordered a few towers of beer, a bottle of whisky and some mixers and posed for numerous pictures taken by our Khmer companions. Jan has arrived at the club with 6 of his fellow Cambodians and needless to say that the presence of five white women, one Sri Lankan and one Chinese caused a bit of a stir. To be fair though, our men got the same amount of attention (from the same men), which took care of the night’s entertainment.
Waiting for the cows to clear off

Waiting for the cows to clear off


All in all, it was definitely one of the best nights out in Phnom Penh yet and when the time came to leave, I joined the small group heading back to the guest house, feeling tired after the previous night and not entirely convinced that another night in Heart of Darkness would do the night justice.

My Sunday plan was to catch up on admin, venture to the market and inquire about a set of Beats head phones for a friend of mine and locate an office of an MFI I am supposed to interview on Monday. Happy to have a relaxing day before the work week starts again, I slowly cycled through Phnom Penh on my unexciting errands, stopping for the occasional coffee or sugar cane juice.

Although my head phones hunt was a fail for now, I managed to find a few bargain presents for people at home and make an appointment with a western hair dresser, before going back. As always, the communal table area was marked by a number of people dotted around, reading, surfing the net or just chatting. I came just in time as a small group of people was mobilizing to see a free documentary about the war in northern Uganda at the Meta House. Concluding that it was just about intellectually stimulating yet physically undemanding enough for me to join in, we set off.
Concentrating over a sheet of colourful stickers

Concentrating over a sheet of colourful stickers


The documentary turned out to be unimpressive yet quite interesting from a factual point of view, and left me searching for similar programs covering Cambodia, which I found for the upcoming Tuesday. I guess Pilates will have to give way to an educational documentary and additional compensation with Monday yoga.

Posted by TheDukes 21:04 Archived in Cambodia Tagged cambodia phnom_penh night_club quad_biking Comments (2)

Another working week as a volunteer at AMK MFI

Making myself useful and fighting the urge to support my fellow volunteers with their drinking exploits

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I feel like my Cambodian adventure is turning into a literary assignment. When I signed up for a couple of months microfinance volunteering, I expected there is going to be a fair amount of writing. But even my most ambitious estimate has been way off the mark. Combined with my finishing last Masters essay, doing microfinance research and blogging about what I actually do, I seem to be permanently glued to keyboard (except weekends perhaps as my previous blog posts suggest).

Having said that, I have just successfully submitted my 2nd main piece of prose, this time on the topic of ‘The future developments of microfinance in Cambodia’ so happiness all around. With a couple of hours breathing time, I choose to WRITE a blog instead. Hmmmm.
Following a few lazy weeks over the festive season, Tuesday came and with it my renewed determination to jump back on the exercising wagon. This was by no means easy as a number of select few at the guest house invested considerable effort in tempting me to join in the domestic drinking session. With copious amounts of alcohol displayed on the guest house dining table, I figured out that they will still be there when I get back and set off towards the yoga studio.

As predicted, my return almost two hours later was marked by the same scene I left previously. Encouraged by this development and in an urgent need for a shower, I chatted to my new friends before making my excuses to temporarily retire. So far so good. Except that when I made it back, refreshed albeit with dripping hair, the rest of the people was just boarding a tuk tuk to the notorious Top Banana. Concluding that I needed a few more minutes to get ready, I was abandoned at the guest house. There’s nothing like friends.

Settling in for a compulsory email check, I briefly toyed with the idea of accepting the invitation and joining the rest of the people in the bar. This didn’t last long, however, and with the progressive time, I opted for an early night in. Unlike most of the people who were either leaving the next day for pastures new or taking the day off, I had to face the realities of working life. My decision proved to be right when I bumped into a small group of worse for wear party goers the next day and listened to the entertaining stories about people passing out, being carried out of the bar and generally misbehaving in not that unusual way for the crowd that I befriended.

Energized after a good night sleep, I finished a new set of focus group guidelines enhanced with a very comprehensive set of discussion questions to be test-run by my team, before proceeding to follow-up on my interview request with MFIs. And Bingo! My perseverance was rewarded by a couple of new interviews for next week. At this point, any new interviews are a bonus so I’m looking forward to meeting new faces of the Cambodian microfinance sector, without the stress of counting how many more I need to get in.

Being one of the few non-hangover people at the guest house, my arrival from work was greeted with a number of groans and feeble glances. Half-joking inquiry about heading out for drinks was passed with incredulous nods so accepting defeat, I decided to head for a coffee and cinema. Fortunately, my night cycle ride was less scary by having recruited Mikkel, who albeit hangover was happy to make the most of the receding evening.

Having heard recommendations of the new Lew Mis musical and seeing it a few years back in London, I arrived at the cinema with high expectations. My bubble was rudely burst very early on, however, when Russel Crowe opened his mouth to ‘sing’. Fortunately the film got progressively better and at the end of it, we agreed that it was worth the 3USD pop.

Temporarily at a loss about my responsibilities for the next couple of weeks, I greeted Thursday with determination to catch-up with people back at home, tidy-up my research planning paper and generally make myself useful wherever possible. Seeing that with two of my main tasks complete there would be no immediate assignments coming my way, I put on my consulting hat and reviewed the company’s website and Facebook page.

Taking a little time to compose my thoughts and ideas, I requested an audience with the Head of Marketing and spent early afternoon chatting through possible areas of improvement. Unsurprisingly, some of my feedback was received with knowing looks and so after an hour of talking, it was settled that I will develop a proposal about promoting their Facebook page and enhancing its contents. As one of the objectives is to raise awareness of the page’s existence, I took the liberty of providing a link here. Considering the good cause the AMK microfinance institution is pursuing, you can help a lot by ‘like’ing the page and sharing it around.

Whilst the quality is not there yet, watch the space...

Posted by TheDukes 17:16 Archived in Cambodia Tagged volunteering microfinance amk_mfi Comments (0)

In the footsteps of Mekong River dolphins

Trip to Kratie and 11 hours bus journey

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There has always been a bit of a discussion about how long the bus from Phnom Penh to Kratie actually takes. Travel guide says 4 hours, Google maps say 5.5, guest house staff estimates a bit over 6 hours and those who have done it before say 7. We did ‘better’ than any of these. We took 11 hours, two broken down buses and 3 character-building toilet stops. In fact, the journey dragged on for so long that even the guest house in Kratie, no doubt accustomed to the legendary reliability of Cambodian long haul bus services felt the need to repeatedly call me to check if we are coming. Yes, we hope so. No, we are not sure how long it is going to take – you might be vastly overestimating our influence in this matter. Yes, we do want you to keep the 3 rooms in otherwise fairly booked out Kratie.
Bus number one with engine issues

Bus number one with engine issues


Eventually, after several hours of uncertainty we finally arrived in the metropolis of Kratie. The good thing: we still had somewhere to stay. The not so good thing: our plan to see the famous river dolphins the very same day and leave on Sunday looked increasingly doubtful. It was dinner time. Having found that all there is that Kratie has to offer amounts to a handful of streets around the riverfront, generally hosting guest houses, questionable restaurants and local microenterprises, we were in two minds about extending our stay by another night. As it turned out, Phnom Penh buses only leave before lunchtime, which wouldn’t exactly give us time to see the dolphins and make it back on time for departure. Out of necessity, we booked another night.

Another reason why this was so difficult is the guest house. Having booked three rooms, two of them smelled of sewage, one of them didn’t have a sink in the bathroom and two of them were decorated with oil paintings of cheap looking semi-naked Cambodian girls. A clear sign of the clientele the guest house was trying to attract, but not entirely compatible with our party of 5 women and 1 man. However, left without much of a choice, we succumbed to the pressure of circumstances and decided to extend our stay until Monday, which happened to be a bank holiday.
Departure point to watch the rare river dolphins

Departure point to watch the rare river dolphins


Feeling tired and not exactly excited by the prospects of Kratie nigh life, we indulged in one of the most flavourless meals of our Cambodian trip and after a couple of cocktails, headed back to the guest house to book our dolphin tour for the following morning.

With fresh start, fresh thoughts on our Kratie weekend started to appear. Unsurprisingly, most of us were not exactly ecstatic about staying another night and so the option of getting a private taxi appeared rather appealing. With a price of 60 dollars in total, the cost would be the same as our 12 dollars per person bus ride from Phnom Penh, which was the breaking point in our dilemma. The outcome: If we could get a refund for the extra night, we would head back later afternoon in a taxi. After a brief negotiation with the guest house owner, we got our refund of 10 dollars. Somehow, however, the price of the taxi ride climbed up to 70 dollars, which would see the owner still get the 10 dollars back. Cheeky! Having said that, the view of being back in Phnom Penh that night was too attractive to pass and so we conceded and booked taxi for 5pm on Sunday afternoon.
A couple of river dolphins in the distance

A couple of river dolphins in the distance


The ride to the dolphins took us through rural area, past wooden houses on stilts, street stalls of convenience products and food and through lush countryside with palm trees, water buffalos grazing in the fields and wild-looking dogs adorning the steps of every house along the way. Our tuk tuk driver didn’t speak a word of english except ‘yes’, which didn’t exactly lend itself to finding any particulars of our trip or surroundings. Still, when we arrived at the dolphin spot, we were content that our main objective of coming to Kratie is probably going to be met.

Having an early start meant that there was only one another ‘dolphin’ boat on the Mekong River. As soon as we set off, our captain spotted first dolphins. Result! An hour on the river took care of another few sightings, although the randomness and unpredictability of these prevented us from taking any good pictures. Still, it was a great experience and when climbing up the steps towards our tuk tuk, we felt pleased with what we have seen, especially as one of the women we met previously mentioned that during her trip, not a single dolphin made an appearance.
Girls playing football in front of the 100 pillars Sambor pagoda

Girls playing football in front of the 100 pillars Sambor pagoda


Determined to make the most of our trip, our tuk tuk ride was to include not only dolphins but also the 100 pillar pagoda in the Sambor Village and excursion of the nearby mountain, which offered yet another pagoda. Well, it was a monastery to be precise with women and men’s parts. But back to that later.

The curious thing about Cambodian tours is that they generally offer to take you to the main sightseeings such as pagodas, museums, palaces and similar. This is all very well, but there is only so many pagodas one can see without them all starting to blend into one. Personally, I found the ride to the Sambor Village much more interesting, passing basic workshops and stalls, children playing in the dust, men and women lounging in hammocks hang underneath their houses, families gathered on wooden table like platforms in front of their houses enjoying their lunch and youth on motos shyly or not so shyly peeping into our tuk tuk. It would have been fascinating to see their way of life up-close, but for one our tuk tuk driver wouldn’t understand us even if we tried to explain and if someone did translate to him, it would trigger handsome addition to his daily fees so on we went towards the pagoda.
Pagoda frescoes

Pagoda frescoes


Whilst the pagoda itself was impressive in its colourful frescoes, golden statues of Buddhas and special atmosphere emphasized by a monk sitting inside offering his blessing for a small payment, everyone from my group was much keener to explore the village within which it was set. Leaving our tuk tuk driver chatting to a soft drink stall keeper, we left through the back gate and took a walk through dusty streets behind the village. Briefly confronted by a crazy old woman, we hurried towards the centre of the village past wooden shacks each with sewage lake in the front or back yard.

Those of us who were familiar with farming admired the multi-level arrangement of wheat fields designed to keep water for as long as possible. Making round trip and arriving back at the pagoda, the tuk tuk driver was already waiting outside the main gate with puzzled look on his face. Maybe we should have told him we were going out but .....

With lunchtime upon us, we agreed that food was in order. Using the limited English of our second tuk tuk driver, we determined that stop somewhere on the way towards the Sambor Mountain as on the cards. Unbeknown to us, our driver, presumably the boss of the two interpreted this as an opportunity to charge us extra. True to the canny spirit of some Cambodians (nowhere near as bad as Vietnam apparently), he drove us to the Mekong river rapids, sporting an extensive picnic / beach area suspended on wooden stilts over the river.
Young fisherman at the Mekong rapids

Young fisherman at the Mekong rapids


Confused but hungry, after unsuccessful inquiries with the tuk tuk driver where we can actually find some food, we ventured over the long floating path towards the picnic area. Managing to negotiate a mat and order lunch, we spent two relaxing hours on the river, watching the happenings around us. Despite this turning out to be a nice stop, the particular location was by no means demanded by us and so we were not little surprised when the more English proficient tuk tuk driver came to announce that his colleague wants to charge us 3USD per person extra for visiting the site of rapids. Hmm. I don’t think so. Telling him in no uncertain terms that we asked for a roadside stop and he took us here out of his own initiative so we were not prepared to pay extra, he eventually left. Fortunately for us, this topic did not come up again.

When finally ready to move on, we slowly boarded the tuk tuks and headed towards our final stop – the monastery mountain. By that point, we were rather tired and not entirely keen on yet another religious site. Still, we did climb up the stairs and browsed through almost deserted looking nun monastery, surprised to see so many houses in complete disrepair. Comparing the men’s side with elaborate statues, looked after houses and decorated pagoda to the women’s dwelling, it was clear that monks get much more funds than nuns, not exactly impressing our largely female group.
Village in the Kratie area

Village in the Kratie area


Arriving in the guest house shortly before 4pm, we had just enough time to get changed and chill with a couple of fresh smoothies, before our ‘bus’ arrived. Although we emphasized that we need mini-bus for 5 people, in true Cambodian fashion a standard family Honda arrived. Not having the energy to negotiate and keen to get to Phnom Penh the same day, we waved farewell to Charlotte who continued her journey to Laos and squeezed into our transport for the next 5 hours.

With the sun disappearing on the horizon and the bumpy and often non-tarmacked roads getting not less busy, there were moments we didn’t think the dog would cross fast enough or the moto would escape our side mirror, but somehow we pulled through and 5 hours later we arrived at our guest house! Monday was a bank holiday and so I was looking forward to nice lie in decently smelly room.
This is where the nuns live

This is where the nuns live


Failing to find a kayaking place in Phnom Penh and not willing to travel 4 hours to the nearest recommended spot, Monday was a day of relaxation. Cycling to the riverside, I indulged in yet another Khmer massage, manicure and pedicure, before enjoying a couple of ice coffees by the river, watching people go by. It also happened to be Sharmila’s birthday, and so after a few hours in town, I was back in time for taking part in the celebration arrangements.

The night’s plan was to head out for dinner in Pap Giorgio’s, an Italian restaurant on the riverfront. Despite underbooking and having to negotiate access to another two tables, it was a great night with chocolate cake, cocktails and lovely Italian food. Still remembering the blunt tastes of Kratie’s culinary pursuits, I savoured my tuna pasta smothered in parmesan cheese and showered with pepper. Not a bad end to a long weekend.
Musical instrumentz used during  udhist ceremonies

Musical instrumentz used during udhist ceremonies

Posted by TheDukes 20:32 Archived in Cambodia Tagged cambodia kratie mekong_river river_dolphins Comments (1)

Interviews, interviews and more interviews - Phnom Penh

Finally making major inrows into my research!

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Doing a research in largely poor nation,
as a small hint: it is south-east Asian,
in town Phnom Penh I set-up my station,
equipped with forms, contacts and patience.

Starting with A and working through list,
hassling C-levels - you get the gist,
an hour of their time is all that I ask,
getting ten meetings seems doable task.

Despite slow start I'm getting some traction,
out of all MFIs I've only seen fraction,
remaining hopeful I decide to chase,
suddenly achieving sizable base.

Coming back after a day of New Year leisure, I'm ready to crack on with my work. Apart from a Point of View I am working on, analysing the possible developments in the microfinance sector in Cambodia, I'm excited about the barrage of interviews I have lined up for the second part of this week.

With two interviews on Wednesday and Thursday and one on Friday, I will have reached and exceeded the minimum number of MFIs required for my research. Almost as exciting as the interviews are my cycle trips to the destinations though. Crazy traffic, ever-present dust, killer sunshine and road unworthy bicycle are some of the challenges I am facing. Another one is the complete lack of local knowledge about what's where in Phnom Penh. This makes Google maps every foreigner's best friend, although even that is often not enough as street numbers repeat and some streets (the new ones) have names that noone actually heard of.

Encouraged by success of my first interview on Wednesday morning, I try to work on my Point of View. My temporary employer might be supportive of my research but I don't want to push their patience by being slow on delivering my part of the volunteering bargain. When afternoon approaches, I'm ready for another trip to the field. Turning up slightly early, I am confronted by a 'battle axe' receptionist, demanding my details. It is a testament to the small size of the company when the lady picks up her mobile and dials the CEO, only to pass the phone to me directly. No good. I have been stood up!

Agreeing to reschedule until the following morning 8.30am, I slowly make my way back to the office. Despite series of apologies about getting stuck in a meeting, I cannot help but wonder if there was no way they could have let me know before I absolved the 15 minutes journey. I guess this is the Cambodian way.

Determined to make-up for my interview related absence in the office, I stay slightly later than usual. So much so that when i'm finally leaving the building, the sun is almost down, making my 'no lights' bike even more of a hazard. I do arrive though and the few minutes to spare are just enough to jump into a yoga kit and rush towards the studio. After two weeks of no exercises and excessive festivities, I'd better make an effort.

My Thursday interview marathon is fortunately more successful than the previous day. With brief stints in the office, I manage to interview 3 different MFIs, one of which is my current volunteering placement. Equipped with different perspectives and inputs from MFIs, the new contributions are even more interesting as i am starting to see patterns and themes between types of MFIs and also types of people in charge.

Exhausted after a day on my feet, I am happy when I finally arrive at the guest house and settle in for a chat with other volunteers. The longer I am in Cambodia, the more people I have became friends with are leaving. This weekend is a departure time for another two and so before commencing the weekend by taking a long bumpty bus to Kratie, I got enrolled for Friday night leaving drinks / dinner.

With only one interview on Friday, the day flies and it is not long to go before I am free to start 3 days weekend. Monday is a bank holiday in Cambodia so bring it on! It seems that coming here in December and January was a good move.

Posted by TheDukes 22:23 Archived in Cambodia Tagged phnom_penh volunteering research microfinance Comments (0)

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