Adventures in Cambodia: Part 3 December 20, 2011
More from Keirstin Hammond on her year-long internship in Cambodia:
What did daily life look like?
The first half of the year I lived in a hotel, and the second half I lived in a flat (a tiled room with an attached bathroom). I hand-washed my own clothes and cooked my own meals. A lot of the CHO staff lived right next to me in the same building. We’d often hang out in the evenings and sometimes cook together. I really enjoyed living here because I was able to walk to work everyday and spend quality time with my Cambodian friends.
The culture made language learning easy. They are very open and want you to learn the language. I had one friend who would have me over almost every day, Monday through Friday, for a language (Khmer) lesson. Then she would teach me to cook a Cambodian meal. This gave me an hour of conversational practice at least five days a week.
Anyone who has lived in another country knows that you have to have a sense of humor—including the ability to laugh at yourself—in order to survive. Here’s one example:
Over a holiday weekend, my friends Piron and Saohim invited me on a trip to visit Piron’s parents and extended family in Phnom Penh. Piron and Saohim had just started dating and his parents had not yet met Saohim. After arriving, we decided that the very first night we would stay with Piron’s relatives (and not his parents.)
That night, while Saohim and I were getting ready for bed, we were discussing how glad we were to be together because we were feeling so awkward about staying with these people that we didn’t even know. What made it even more awkward was that the relatives had earlier been discussing how they should accommodate the “Tom Barang,” (aka Big Foreigner).
We finally get settled, the mosquito net is up and we have pillows and blankets all laid out on the wooden bed frame. Saohim climbs into bed. Then, the “Tom Barang” (aka ME) decides, “Okay, she is settled, now it’s my turn!” So I climbed on, very, very carefully. I didn’t “jump” into bed, like you may have imagined because, to be honest, I was sort of afraid the bed couldn’t hold the weight.
And then it happened, just like I imagined it. CRACK!!! The bed broke! Both of us fell to the ground, tangled up in the bed frame, instantly busting up in laughter! We were so embarrassed! But, it was also quite humorous considering the circumstances. Of course, this loud cracking noise left everyone else in the house wondering “Hmm, what the heck is going on up there with the guest and the Barang?!” Mind you, it’s already about 10:30pm and everyone else was ready for bed. So, they had to send a crew up to fix the bed while we changed rooms and slept on a different bed…a bed that they had just finished mending, and one both of us were afraid to sleep on. Moral of story: maybe next time the “Tom Barang” should just take the floor! :)
















