ICS is a very fascinating programme (yes, they spell “program” differently in the
UK) where a group of 18-25 year olds from the UK come to Cambodia (ICS is also
in other Asian and African countries) for 12 weeks and are matched with
Cambodian young adults to live and work alongside them in a community organization
aimed to end poverty. After finishing the 12 week service the young adults
return to the UK with a supported plan to share what they have learned, to
encourage others, and to continue work themselves on a plan to support the end of
poverty. The position I am applying for is a 7 month position and it pays 1/10th
of what I made in the US, but that will be more than enough to support my needs.
For now, though, I continue to have two offices: 1) The coffee shop next door,
and 2) the lounge chairs by the side of the pool where I am living. Both “offices”
have free Wi-Fi and computer charge plug-ins. Now when I walk into the coffee
shop they ask me if I would like my usual seat. My main job at this time is to
find a job. I have been using a job listing site called “Bong Thom”, which Neth
tells me means “big boss”.
Yesterday, I went to the Phnom Penh House of Prayer for a
men’s prayer group and there I met a man named Dr. Glenn Miles. He invited me
to go out with him this evening to do Christian outreach to expat men. I am
excited about that. He also introduced me to the Director for International
Justice Ministries, which is a group that I have thought about applying for
work with. Early this morning I went out for a bike ride to explore the city a bit. I wanted to capture both pictures and audio of the city. I wish that I had audio of the train and of the roosters in the morning, but maybe in a future installment I will get them. As it turns out I cannot attach the audio file anyway so you will just have to imagine hearing these things when you see the photos (below).
1) The buzzing sound of Moto engines and cars at an intersection and then as I
start down the road on my bike a woman pushing a cart and squeaking a plastic horn (this
is a very common scene on the roadsides – women and sometimes women with young
children pushing carts down the street and collecting plastic bottles and paper,
I assume to recycle. I have begun to take my plastic bottles and cans with me
when I go out and when I see someone collecting I will stop and hand it to them
to which I always receive in return a bow and the word “Ocoon” – thank you.)
2)
The song “Old McDonald” playing very loudly as I pass by a school. (Many of the schools here teach
in English.)
3) Lots of cars and motos honking incessantly (just so you don’t disparage my
driving and think that they are honking at me I recorded this section standing
on the sidewalk).
4) Voices of people talking in Khmer at the Central Market.
One of the things that I
like about the stop lights in Phnom Penh is that they have timers showing
how many seconds before the light will turn green. It is common practice for
people to turn off their engines at a red light and start back up with about 8
seconds before green. Lots of people
start going into the intersection with 3-4 seconds to go before green and that
is when you will see a lot of dodging and hear a lot of honking because it is also common for a lot
of people to run red lights. Driving in Phnom Penh is really good training in patience. It will do you no good to lose your temper or patience with
the people and traffic here; it is what it is and it isn’t going to change. The way people
drive here reminds me of the Patches O’Houlihan line in the movie “Dodgeball”
about the five D’s “Dodge, Duck, Dip, Dive, and Dodge”. People here will drive
down the wrong side of the street straight at you, cut in front of you and
stop, pull out into the street from a driveway without even looking, and all
kinds of other crazy things. That is just the way it is and no one ever loses
their temper over it. The honking is just a way of communicating presence and
intent, not angry honking.
My home "office" |
Woman collecting recyclables |
Stop light with timer |
Traffic jam Phnom Penh style |
I end this blog post with a picture taken from the balcony
of my room at sunset.
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