On Karaoke (twice!), and Christmas in Cambodia

Dear friends and family,

It has been three weeks since I have had the time to sit down and write a new blog post, and what an eventful three weeks it has been! I have been traveling into town a lot for various reasons and am really enjoying this weekend at home in Mesang to relax. Mid-December there was the annual MCC planning staff meeting, which was actually not as bad as it sounds. It lasted for 2 days, but in the afternoons we did fun activities together. The first day we went bowling in a nearly deserted mall. It was a rather strange place, but we had tons of fun. The second day we rented a karaoke room and went out for pizza as a goodbye party for a couple that are returning to the States after 3 years in Cambodia. Unfortunately I wasn’t feeling that well, so didn’t really enjoy either the karaoke or the pizza, though I am not so sure how much I would have enjoyed the Karaoke even on a good day. After 4 months of living in Cambodia illness free, I managed to catch a cold. For three days I had a fever, headache, sore throat, and generally felt terrible; and then it went away. I know that apparently we are in the cool season now, and therefore everyone is catching colds. I somehow thought I was immune to the cold going around because it just seemed impossible to me to catch a cold when it is still 30 degrees out. But it is possible! I am glad I was feeling better by Sunday because I took the most crowded bus back to Prey Veng with a couple of other MCCers. The 14 passenger van had at least 25 people; and all their stuff. We, being foreigners, were given the front row of seats behind the driver, closest to the “ac” and music video player (If the AC was working, I certainly couldn’t tell). However, in between this row of seats and the driver’s seat was a bench. We were told this bench was for 3 kids. We said that was OK. Turns out what they meant was 4 kids, their mother, and the wife of the driver (who is not a small woman)! We literally could not move at all the whole trip.

The following week I went into the city again for MCC’s Christmas party. A lot of Cambodian staff came and brought their families along. It was a lot of fun- but very different than at home. It somehow lacked the feeling of excitement and anticipation that you feel at a Christmas party at home. Maybe it was the hot weather, the non-Christmasy (albeit delicious) food, or that there were so many people there not used to celebrating Christmas the way we do at home. Nevertheless, I am glad I went. I helped with games, and I think my bowling with elephant apples game was a hit (After eating a couple and giving some away, I wasn’t really sure what else to do with the giant bag of elephant apples my host mother sent along with me!) I think the best part of my weekend was spending the day on Saturday with Galuh (another one-year volunteer like myself) from Indonesia. We went shopping together, ate at an Indonesian restaurant, went to the market, ate ice cream, and in the evening watched a couple movies and ate all of the snacks we had bought earlier that day (seaweed, chocolate covered wafers, a giant candy cane,  mangoes, and oranges. Yum!)

The day after I got back to Mesang was Christmas Eve. I spent the day with ODOV staff on an exposure visit to a nearby province. I got a call at 6:30 AM saying that we were supposed to leave at 6 and they were waiting for me. I am certain no one told me when we were leaving. When I got to the office at 6:45, there were several people still not there. Apparently they were under the impression that we weren’t leaving until 7! We traveled for 2 ½ hours by bus (I swear they chose the worst roads possible) and ended up in a town a stone’s throw away from the border of Vietnam. I’m not really sure what we learned about in the morning because I couldn’t understand it, but in the afternoon we visited a pig raising farm, and learned all about pig raising. This I was able to understand thanks to the visuals and some helpful translation! I even felt a bit useful since I was the only one who remembered to bring a camera, and was therefore responsible for documenting the trip. Since it was near dark by the time our tour was done, we decided to stay in town a bit longer. Lucky me got to experience karaoke in Cambodia for a second time in one month! This time I (sadly) didn’t know any of the songs as they were all in Khmer, but had a fabulous time watching everyone else. The guys were all the first ones up to start dancing along to the music and really got into it. I even got dragged up to dance for one song, despite my insistence that I didn’t know how to dance Cambodian style. It was an interesting and fun day, and I am so glad that I was able to join the trip.

Though I had a fun day, the long ride home that evening in the dark was lonely. I closed my eyes and pictured snow gently falling; my family walking back up the driveway to my grandparent’s house after going to the Christmas Eve service at church; lights on the trees shining through the darkness; hot chocolate and Christmas cookies waiting in the cosy indoors. And then I opened my eyes, remembered it was 30 degrees, absolutely dark on the road other than our headlights, that I was on the other side of the world from my family, and that I was the only person in the van who knew or cared that it was Christmas Eve. But when I woke up the next morning, I picked up my Bible from where I had left off in the book of Isaiah, and was immediately filled with a sense of joy and peace. I was nearly at the end of Isaiah, having started to read it a while before. What a great book to read around Christmas time, for it is a book of promise. How perfect on Christmas morning to read the words of Isaiah 53- the words of promise that Jesus fulfilled when he came to earth.

Christmas morning I was able to skype home and talk with my family on their Christmas eve. I then went to a Christmas celebration in Prey Veng town at the home of some MCCers. Present were some of their visiting friends and family, Peace Corps volunteers, and Cambodian friends who know or work with MCCers. We ate delicious food; there was fresh homemade bread, butter, cheesy potatoes, salad, delicious chicken, and a Cambodian pumpkin custard dessert. I lead some of the visitors on a trip to Monkey Island, where the monkeys were exceptionally active! I enjoyed lots of great conversation with some great new people. And in the evening I got to talk to more friends and family on skype. All in all it was a wonderful day! I even got to open a little present that was sitting under the little tree for me. Christmas in Cambodia was not the same as at home, but it was still Christmas- still a time of joy, of peace, of getting together and enjoying one-another’s company.

And now I am back in Mesang. I was busy planting carrots and radishes and garlic in the garden, and helping out with a grant proposal this week. With nothing to do all weekend, I am ready to relax, enjoy the cool breeze, sleep in the hammock, and maybe finish a book or two. I hope you all had a joyous Christmas and I wish you all a very happy new year!

Blessings,

Rebecca

“The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is upon me, because the Lord has appointed me to bring good news to the poor. He has sent me to comfort the broken-hearted and to announce that the captives will be released and prisoners will be freed. He has sent me to tell those who mourn that the time of the Lord’s favour has come.” Isaiah 61:1-2.

As requested by someone very special- monkeys on monkey island in Prey Veng. I love going there to watch them run around! Thankfully this one was sitting still enough for a photo!

Fascinated by something in her hand!

Since I knew I could not find Christmas lights in Mesang, and it was the first advent, I decided to make my own "lights". When the morning sun is shining through, they almost seem to glow!

 

On discovering gravity, digging in the dirt, and decking the halls

Dear friends and family,

Elephant apples are in season... I fear for my life. Imagine if you will, a grapefruit sized fruit, as dense as a baseball, suspended 20, 30, 40 feet up in the air. When ripe, they crash to the ground with a marvelous thud. It is a good thing Isaac Newton wasn’t sitting under one of THOSE trees on that legendary day. Despite the perilous nature of the trees, the fruit is a favourite in Cambodian households. To open the elephant apple and get to the fruit inside, one must repeatedly smash it against the floor with great force. Or, I suppose you could drop it from a really tall tree. The inside is a pulpy mass of fruit and seeds. When not ripe, it is sliced thin and dipped in salt with chilli pepper. The fruit is so dry that it makes your whole mouth pucker with just one bite. When ripe, it turns into a sweet dark brown mush that can be eaten with a spoon. I must admit it took me a while to get used to eating this fruit, and I was just starting to like the unripe version and now suddenly it is the season for ripe elephant apple.

This week was very exciting at ODOV. We finally got our hands on some seeds and started planting! I have a whole plot at the back of the farm for research. We planted garlic, shallot, and potato from vegetables purchased at the local market. The purpose of this experiment is to see if they will actually take and grow successfully. We also planted some tomatoes in a nursery bed for transplantation to the research plot later this month. This is a variety trial, to see which variety of tomato grows best/tastes best/gives the best yield of tomatoes (assuming they grow at all). The only problem is one of the packages is in Chinese, and another variety came in a clear plastic bag, so we don’t actually know what the varieties are. We also hope to save some tomato seeds, which may not be feasible if the varieties in question are hybrid. Unfortunately, since we can’t read the packages, we won’t know until we try! We also planted some ginger in a shadier region in the front of the office.  This crop could make a nice profit from selling to the market if it grows well.

I had a great time out in the garden helping to plant these vegetables. I work closely with the gardeners; learning together. They have been very helpful teaching me how to do things in the garden, and I have been able to give some tips on growing these new vegetables, and focusing our efforts into a more controlled experiment. I have also been spending more of my spare time recently just helping out with other areas of the garden that are not research related. Who wouldn’t rather dig in the dirt and weed cabbage beds than help write grant proposals and reports? It took me a while to discover that no one at ODOV was going to invite me out to do things in the garden, or volunteer to show me how. I eventually realized that if I wanted to be out in the garden more, I just had to go out, watch what they were doing, and start helping. Now that the ice is broken, the gardeners feel more at ease talking to me, and knowing my eagerness to learn, are quicker to teach me new things. I hope some of our vegetables grow!

Life in Mesang is going well. Even though it doesn’t FEEL like the Christmas season, I have been celebrating in tiny ways; listening to Christmas music (of course), listening to Vinyl Café Christmas concerts on podcast, decorating my room, and attending a Christmas celebration at a church in Mesang. Last week I discovered with dismay that when I got a new notebook laptop for Cambodia, I accidentally forgot to copy most of my Christmas music onto it! Thankfully, I have mobile internet on my laptop, and can stream Christmas music live from music stations at home, even when there is no electricity here! Technology is great for some things! However, technology failed me when it came to Christmas lights. What is Christmas without Christmas lights? Realizing that I would never find lights in this town, and since there frequently is no power anyway, I decided to make my own lights out of coloured ink pencils, paper, and string. The result is very fine indeed! I used the same materials to decorate the miniature Christmas tree given to me by some other MCC workers. You can see a picture of my village’s only Christmas tree below!

As for the Christmas celebration I alluded to above; I wasn’t sure what to expect, but what I found definitely wasn’t it! To me, the affair looked more like a Cambodian wedding rather than a Christmas celebration, were it not for the fact that there was a flannel graph nativity scene (with a mysterious cloud of smoke randomly inserted into the scene and with a book floating in the sky), and Christmas music. And even the Christmas music sounded like Cambodian dance music, but I was able to catch the occasional word “Noel” and “Jesus”. But it wouldn’t be a Cambodian party without loud music blaring from no less than 12 speakers (I counted)! I guess I couldn’t expect Christmas in Cambodia to be the same as at home. We should embrace differences, right? All-in-all it was a wonderful experience, a great time of fellowship, and a chance to meet new people. I am very glad I braved the long road and went. In a way, I was very glad they did not try to imitate a traditional “western” Christmas. Part of what makes Christmas at home so special is the traditions that come along with it; the sense of anticipation, familiarity, peace, and fellowship that comes when we gather together and spend time with family and friends. Being in Cambodia over the Christmas season is really helping me to appreciate the aspects of Christmas that NEVER change; God’s love, Jesus’ sacrifice, our salvation, and our hope.

May you be filled with a peace that passes understanding!

Yours truly,

Rebecca

Elephant apple... the unripe kind.

"O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree..."

On 101 uses for the kroma, barang-barang!, and a surprize encounter on the mountain top

Dear family and friends,

As many of you know, I have been on vacation for the past week and a half in the province of Kampong Som by the sea, during the water festival holiday. This brought on many exciting adventures and experiences that I won’t too soon forget. To give you a brief idea of my itinerary, I left Prey Veng on November 21^st, spent a couple of days in the city where I “helped work on ODOV’s website”, which basically involved me approaching Humberto (MCC’s go-to-guy for all things smart and computer-y) and saying “HELP!” I then took a long bus ride down to Sihanoukville, Cambodia’s tourist beach town. There I stayed with Galuh, another SALT volunteer, and her host family. The next day, Galuh and I went to Koh Rong, an island nearby with a few beach resorts. By resort I mean one-room bungalows with beds and bug nets, shared bathrooms, a restaurant with really good and inexpensive food, and all the beach gloriously uncrowded beach you could want! We stayed there for a couple of days and met up with some other MCC’ers who happened to be vacationing at the same time. Back in Sihanoukville I took a day trip to Ream National Park, known for its birding. More about that later. The next day I visited Galuh at her workplace, the Cambodian Children’s Paining Project, before sharing a taxi with some OTHER MCCers heading the Kampot, which was my next destination. In Kampot I stayed at a little riverside guesthouse on the river where I enjoyed lovely live Argentinian music and met some very interesting people, visited some caves with the above mentioned MCCers also on vacation, took a day trip to Bokor National Park, and then went home!

I became convinced on this trip that my Kroma is the most useful piece of clothing I own. Here is a list of things I used it for this past week alone: pillow on the boat ride to Koh Rong, stylish beach wrap, wrapped it around my head like a hat during the walk through Ream National Park, sweat rag to wipe my face during our intense caving experience (more about that later as well), catching tiny striped fish on the beach with Galuh, towel for showering, I even slept in it once when it was too hot to put on clothes, blanket for sitting on, scarf to keep warm in the cool misty mountain air of Bokor, scarf to protect me from the sun on the long moto ride from Prey Veng to Mesang,  and finally as a handkerchief to carry some pounded rice from where my host mother brought me to watch it being made to our house. From now on, I shall never go anywhere without it.

Besides discovering 101 useful ways to use a kroma, I also discovered a lot about Cambodia on this trip. First of all, I discovered that it is a totally different world there on the coast. Never have I seen so many Barangs in one place! What is a Barang, you ask? Barang is the Cambodian work for foreigner. It was explained to me that originally the word was Barangsay, the closest you can come to saying Français in a language that has no “f” sound; Français because it was the French that colonized Cambodia way back when. This was gradually shortened to Barang and now refers to any foreigner. It was so strange for me to be on a bus full of barangs, to stay in guesthouses and eat in restaurants that catered only to Barangs, to meet people from all over the world, to not be stared at because there I was not special anymore, to have so many people try to rip me off just because I am a foreigner. That last part wasn’t so fun. I know it is to be expected when visiting such a touristy place, but it still feels terrible. They even have kids doing it, especially kids. When we went to visit the caves the first one was amazing! We had no idea what to expect… the guidebook just said caves with an ancient temple inside. The first set of caves we had to pay admission and for somebody to watch our motos (no matter how many time we said they will be fine). But in return, we got a spectacular tour, perhaps more than we bargained for at times… we were lead on a caving expedition through the mountain, squeezing through narrow passages, scrambling up slippery rocks, dodging killer bats, finishing with a 2m drop from a ledge and crawling along a rotting plank over a deep murky underground pool. But it was absolutely stunning! The caves were of limestone, beautifully carved by time. In some places, you could glimpse sunlight high above, and had to step around roots that hung from the ceiling, and watch that you didn’t crush the flowers and fungi growing in the cool dampness. At home, you would have had to sign a thousand waivers, wear a helmet, been warned to wear something other than flipflops on your feet, been given a headlamp (we had 1 flashlight between the 5 of us). But as Helen Keller said “Life is either a daring adventure or nothing!” The second set of caves just up the road was interesting as it had an ancient Hindu temple inside, well preserved over the last 1300 years thanks to the shelter of the protecting cave. However, we were totally scammed by the local kids, knew it was happening, but couldn’t do anything about it.

As we were trying to find the place, some kids offered to be our guides. When we said no, they told us the caves were up ahead. Eventually we realized that we were heading the wrong way and turned back, only to find the kids again who insisted they guide us. Turns out we had been right beside the caves the first time. They made us pay for guides, pay to enter the cave, and pay for some kids to watch our motos, despite the fact that we tried to explain we were volunteers not rich tourists. But whatever, we got to see the caves. However, on the way home, we had not gone more than a few hundred meters when two of the motos stopped working. We were not only upset that the kids we paid to “watch” our motos had obviously done something, but it was getting dark, we were far from the city, and these were rented bikes. The first thing we checked was the gas thinking they had somehow picked the lock and siphoned it, but that was fine. Call it luck/providence/coincidence or whatever you like, but one member of our party happens to spend his spare time fixing up old cars, and he thought to check if there was a switch-off valve preventing gas from getting into the carburetor. Sure enough, those kids had flipped the valve, and would no doubt have offered to fix it for us (for a fee!) had we not been able to drive a short distance away and solve the problem on our own. After having a really interesting and fun day, it was too bad that it ended with such a rotten feeling.

Though so many children in those touristy coastal towns make their living by perfecting the art of scamming/stealing/begging/conniving money from foreigners, there is hope. In Sihanoukville, there are a couple of drop in centres for children who would otherwise work on the beaches selling things. Galuh volunteers at one such centre called the Cambodian Children’s Painting Project. Kids can come on the condition that they go to school and do not go sell things on the beach. In return, the centre offers classes in English and Khmer, supplies for arts and craft which are sold in a gallery to help support the centre, food, and most importantly a safe environment. These drop in centres have the daring goal of breaking the cycle of illiteracy, human trafficking, and poverty. Sitting there and watching the kids play, I was struck by how different life for them would be without this drop in centre. Here, there is a space for them to just be kids. No need to sell things, no abuse, no wondering where the next meal will come from, no fear of what will happen when they are too old to sell things on the beach. Here they can just be kids, if only for a few hours each day. The Cambodian Children’s Paining Project is heading towards a difficult time of transition, raised rent, and searching for a new director. Please keep them in your thoughts and prayers so that they will be able to continue to break chains and give children a safe and hopeful future.  

My other excursions gave me a taste of the endangered beauty of Cambodia. Ream National Park on the coast is known for excellent birding. I saw many Kites, Sea Eagles, and Kingfishers there. It was great! I also caught a rare glimpse of a Lesser Adjutant in the mangroves on the ride back up the river to our bus! I was so excited that I started jumping up and down in my seat. Other passengers on the boat looked at me with either amused or confused expressions, but I didn’t care! It was worth the whole day trip to see that one bird. But despite my jubilation at seeing an Adjutant, Kites, and Kingfishers, I should have seen a lot more birds. On Koh Rong island, I hardly saw any birds at all. On that supposedly remote, untouched island, there were no birds. There is something wrong with this picture. At Bokor National Park the tour was more historical than nature-oriented. I was told that there was no trekking in the forest (this is false, and therefore I will have to go back). In both national parks, large resorts and casinos are being built, some by foreign companies. So much land is being sold for development. If there are already few birds, what will this development do to the remaining wildlife? Southeast Asia is a hotspot for biodiversity, and it saddens me to see it being sold away, when it should be protected and conserved, for the benefit of the people that live here as much as for the wildlife.   Despite the downer of so much development, my tour of Bokor National Park did have a very uplifting moment. Our tour stopped to eat lunch on a rocky outcropping overlooking a 100 year old church on one side, and a steep densely forested drop to the ocean on the other side. Suddenly we were surrounded by a group of African men and women who formed a circle nearby and started singing praises to God. Their voices rang out from the mountain top in perfect harmony.Nneeding no music other than the sound of the wind sweeping over the rocks, no roof other than the clear sky, they sang for an audience of One. It was so refreshing, rejuvenating, and uplifting to behold. I started singing along to the familiar hymns between bites of food and tapping my feet to the beat. How my soul longed to join them in such Spirit filled praise as I have not witnessed since coming to Cambodia, if only I was not a part of a tour with a pressing agenda.

My brief exploration into the parks of Cambodia has convinced me that I need to get out and see more. The area I went to wasn’t really designed for ecotourism or seeing the natural wonders I know are there. I know there are hornbills and monkey in the forests, but getting out to see them will just take a bit more effort. I know there are untouched beaches and undeveloped forests, but I’ll just have to search a bit harder to find them.  It was lovely to take some vacation and explore Cambodia. I can’t wait to get out and do it again! Next time I will take my “Ultimate Cambodia” guide recently given to me by some MCCers just finishing their term, and armed with my binoculars I will explore some areas off-the-beaten track!

To all of you whose attention I managed to keep to the end of this incredibly long post, I hope my stories were not only amusing, but gave you something to think about.

Wishing you all the best. May you be filled with strong hope and confident expectation this Advent Season!

Rebecca

Galuh and I on the beach

Girl at the Cambodian Children't Painting Project showing off her new puppet!

Stalactite or Stalagmite?

The beach was as amazing as it looks, and those clouds were as stormy as they look

The Mountain Top

Busy trying out new coloured ink pencils at the drop-in centre.

Sunset river cruise in Kampot after the visit to Bokor National Park

 

On eating birds, watching birds, and conserving birds

Dear Friends and Family,

Happy thanksgiving!! This weekend I joined a group of expats (some working for MCC) as they celebrated the American Thanksgiving Holiday. Better late than never, I suppose. It was quite a big deal having this even hosted in Prey Veng Town at the home of some MCC service workers. Several families came in from the city, and much of the food had to be brought in from the city as well. Yes, there was turkey, and potatoes, stuffing, green beans, sweet-potato, corn, pumpkin pie, and apple crisp! It was amazing! To make the weekend even better, I got to spend the night with Lisa, another MCC worker. We watched the first few episodes of Firefly together while I indulged in a most delicious mug of hot chocolate. But enough about food. I realize it is probably not nearly as exciting for you as it is for me. I ALSO got to go bird-watching this weekend: once by myself, and the second time with Lisa. Apparently my enthusiasm for birding was catching because last weekend she asked if I would introduce her to the world of birds next time I visited. But once again I have entered upon a subject very few of my readers find great interest in.

I am actually thinking of starting a birding blog. One of my professors from university suggested it to me as a good way to help out ecotourism in Cambodia. He said a lot of traveling birders look for blogs people write about what they see in other countries. The way ecotourism works is this: locals live in an area of great ecological and biodiversity significance. The fact that the only breeding site for this particular critter is in their backyard, or that they sit on one of the few remaining types of this forest, or that the lake they fish in is teeming with hundreds of endemic species, or that the bird eggs they eat belong to an endangered species is of little significance in their everyday lives. Or maybe they do have an idea and are making a living selling it illegally. Populations grow; greed grows; the take becomes unsustainable.  People interested in the conservation come and convince locals that these things are worth more alive and intact than dead or destroyed. Tourists come and pay to see these things, benefiting the local economy by hiring local guides, etc. BUT, how can tourists come if they don’t know about it? Hence the birding blog.

 My apologies, I promised to stop talking about birding.

Work has been going well. I’ve been helping out a lot recently with some reports and grant proposals. It is nice to feel like I am useful for SOMETHING at least!  We are all geared up to start working on some plant trials on the demonstration farm, but are a bit stuck now wondering where we can get our hands on some good seeds. Unfortunately there is no Canadian Tire Gardening section to be found anywhere in Cambodia. And the vegetables we are trying to grow are not the most widely grown in Cambodia (hence the experimental trail), which adds to the challenge of finding a reliable source of seeds. As soon as I get back from vacation, we plan to test some potatoes and garlic from the market to see if they can be successfully grown here.

Speaking of vacation, I have been proud of myself for being so regular in providing blog posts… I realized that if I did not set myself a firm guideline it could too easily slip by the way-side. In light of this, dear faithful followers, please be aware that next week I will be on vacation for the next couple of weeks and will therefore not be writing a blog post next week. I don’t want anyone worrying that I have fallen of the face of the earth or something. On the other hand, if birding on the coast is as good as I’ve been lead to believe it is, maybe I will be stuck out there forever!

I can't decide which I love more, the sea or birds. Getting to see them both at the same time beats all. I am really looking forward to this chance to get out and see some more of this beautiful country. Nature is at risk all over the world, and Cambodia is no exception. The more I learn about the natural wonders here, the more I want to get involved in some kind of conservation work. God says we are to be stewards of this planet, and it is about time we took that responsibility seriously.  But more about that another day. Now is the time to get out and soak it all in!! To let the warm rays of the sun tan my skin, feel the while sand between my toes, awake to the songs of new birds, and stand in awe watching the sun set over the ocean in glorious splendor.  

Until next time,

Rebecca

Rice paddy in the distance with several Egrets feeding.

On the way back to Mesang one day, I realized I was heading into the darkest storm clouds!Amazingly I never felt more than a sprinkle of rain before the clouds dispersed.

On preaching, procrastinating, and a little piece of paradise

Dear friends and family,

Now for the dazzling conclusion to the story of my adventures to the Peaceful in Christ church! Jenna and I successfully found the place after ½ hr on dirt roads, following some rather vague directions : turn right at the arch, after the road does 2 jigs there will be a small road to the left. If you pass a school on this road you’ve gone too far. We had a marvelous time at the church. I was ever so glad to have someone with me there the first time though. There were probably upwards of 50 people at this church, but 90% of them were kids that attend English lessons in the building during the week, and who have started to attend Sunday school there without their parents.  Soon after the rather informal service started, the person facilitating came up to Jenna and I and asked us if there was anything we would like to share with the congregation. At first we managed to get away with just introducing ourselves. However, after the pastor had spoken (a friendly man in his 50’s that had a great way about speaking with children), we were asked again to speak about why we had come to Cambodia to share a word of encouragement from the scriptures. This time there was no escaping it! I actually got up to speak first, and the English teacher translated for me. If God can give me the courage to come to Cambodia, he can give me the courage to talk in front of a room full of children! Jenna and I had a great chat after the service with some of the leaders of the church. They asked us to please tell our churches at home to pray for them as they continue to share the gospel and are looking for additional funding to complete their church building. On the way home from church, Jenna and I had another surprise when we got a flat tire! Well, it was more than flat, it was completely busted! Thankfully, I had noticed that we had passed a small road-side hut selling gas not 40m back. We turned around and sure enough, they were able to replace my tire. We made it home the rest of the way safe and sound!

This week was interesting at work. It started out normal enough. I was helping to update ODOV’s website. Then on Wednesday afternoon, the director of ODOV came to me and said “Would you help apply for this grant?” I replied: “sure!”. Naturally, I had several questions.  How much is the award? 100 000$ unrestricted funding. That is a lot of money here. What type of organization are they looking for? One that benefits children in the areas of education, health, or sanitation. So far so good.  What is the catch? It is due on Monday, but since Friday is one of Cambodia’s 17 public holidays, it should be finished Thursday. Great. So, just because English is my first language, I am now superwoman?!?? I tried my best, but Thursday afternoon it was still not quite done. Luckily for us, Cambodia sits +7 hrs from GMT, so though the application is due at 1PM Monday in London, we still had until Monday evening to work on it. There are some challenges living in a developing country where communication, internet access, and advanced notice about grants is concerned. To be fair, I procrastinate often enough at home, but I like to do it on my own terms!

Seeing, as I previously mentioned, that it is a long weekend, I thought I would do something special. So, here I am, writing to you from Prey Veng town where I am spending the weekend with Lisa, an MCC service worker. I am having a fabulous time so far! I enjoyed homemade cinnamon bread and milk for breakfast (which was divine), had a movie night in an air-conditioned room, slept in till 7, had a SHOWER, and best of all, had much great conversation with a fabulous woman! Best best of all, I spent nearly 5 hours bird-watching this weekend. I biked out to a little place called Monkey Island, that is really only an island a few months of the year. The water has receded enough that I was able to bike out along this narrow strip of land to get there. Along the way I saw at least 6 new species of birds that I was able to identify. Many more taunted me from the dense brush that lined the path. I’ll have to get out there again sometime to see what else I can find! On Monkey Island, I saw –you guessed it- monkeys!! There are also many birds that nest in the trees on this island, but I didn’t have much of a chance to see them as I got caught up in conversation with some of the people visiting the island (it is a sacred piece of land locals believe a spirit resides on and come to visit for that reason). They were fascinated by my bird-guide book, and started flipping through it and telling me the Khmer names of birds they recognized! It was also amazing to see monkeys for the first time in Cambodia! They were really fun to watch. A couple of the boys on the island spent ages trying to knock fruit out of the tree to eat, only to have a monkey steal it and run away!

In Mesang, I have yet to find a place like that where I can really be alone and bird watch in peace with no one staring at me. And since most of the province is rice as far as the eye can see, the variety of birds I spot in a day isn’t very great. This little clump of trees hosts more variety than I have seen yet, and it is even better because there are so few people. One of the only times I actually saw a person on that small trail to monkey island, I was in the process of jumping up and down after seeing a small raptor. I didn’t notice the fellow until he was 2 m away. There is now one more person in the world convinced I am crazy. It was nice to get out and enjoy a bit of nature, however small. I could not have picked a better way to spend a Sunday morning in Cambodia. I try to get out to church services when I can, but seeing as I cannot understand most of what is said, it is not the same as church at home. It is hard being away from my church family, and I pray that I will be able to find a Christian Community to call home while I am here. Sometimes, a walk alone with God in the beauty of his creation draws me much closer.

“One thing I ask, and this is what I seek. That I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord and to seek him in his temple.” Psalm 27:4
 
Rebecca

The path to Monkey Island where I did most of my birdwatching this past weekend.

A monkey sitting in a spirit house on the island.

 

On legends great and small, returning to third grade, and winning the food war

Dear Friends and family,

Well, it would seem for once life is more eventful on the home continent than it is here. My thoughts go out to everyone affected by that terrible storm in the US. In Cambodia, the weather continues charming, with the occasional rain to cool things off. Now that I think of it, we had a spectacular thunderstorm Wednesday evening. As a result, the roads were so exceptionally terrible that they decided to fix them. In place of valleys of mud, there are now mountains of mud, and all of the mostly predictable paths through the potholes have been erased. It just so happened that I was visiting the house of a missionary couple in a nearby village on the night of the thunderstorm. Their house overlooks a sea of rice paddies, and from this vantage point we had a marvelous view of lightening streaking across the sky while the sun set behind us. In addition to enjoying the view from their porch, I very much enjoyed getting to know John and Debbie. They have been working in Mesang district for many years; John was here 25 years ago before he was married and has since come back. They were with MCC way back when, and are now working with Eastern Mennonite Missions. Debbie is a nurse, and John does all kinds of stuff (agriculture work in the past, now he has set up a program to teach children biblical values, and he does a lot of administrative and organizational capacity building). They are something of legends here. Everybody in Mesang knows them, and every Cambodian Christian I have met asks me if I know John and Debbie. And now I do! John also gave me directions to a church in yet another village that was started by a Cambodian english school teacher. He said a lot of students go to that church. I am planning to venture out there on Sunday with Jenna, an EMM volunteer who is in Mesang district for a couple of weeks. Pray that we don’t get too lost! Please also pray that this will be a good opportunity for me to connect to a local church and develop relationship with Christians here. Though the service will be in Khmer, I am sure the students will want to speak to me in English afterwards! [I ended up posting this blog on Monday a couple of days after writing it. To save you all from a week of terrible suspense, I will add that I did in fact make it there and back safely, but not without some adventures on the way! Stayed tuned for next week’s post when I will describe in detail my trip to the Peaceful in Christ church!]

Other than my visit with John and Debbie, this week has been pretty uneventful. I had such a relaxing Saturday that I fell asleep in the hammock while reading The Lord of the Rings. I have reached the final pages of the final book. [Spoiler alert]: when the ring was finally destroyed and Frodo and Sam experienced the bliss of rest for the first time in weeks, so I too gratefully shut my eyes after sitting on the edge of my seat for so long as I followed them on their perilous journey. Each time I read I put down the book with greater reluctance; I relish each moment I spend within those masterfully written pages, but at the same time I don’t want to story to end! With self-sacrificing actions and heroic adventures on my mind, I was flipping through my Bible and came across the passage in Ephesians where the armour of God is described (read Eph 6:10-18 if you need a refresher). Let us not forget that our very lives are a part of God’s epic story of salvation. Do not live indifferently, as if your life has no purpose. For in each kind and loving action, in each step of faith, in each prayer, there is found power of the greatest kind; the very same power that raised Christ from the dead. How is that for a call to action?

 There hasn’t been a whole lot to do at work, but I managed to find a Khmer typing program on my computer… you remember the kind with the fingers that light up to give you hints and it counts how many words per minute you can type. I have so far managed to pass the first 2 lessons, working on the third. I feel like I am in grade 3 again, and it is so much fun! It is challenging because since the Khmer alphabet has so many letters each key is two different letters instead of lower and upper caps. It will be a long while yet before I pass lesson 16!

During language lessons this week, we were talking about stories as a topic for conversation. She said she wanted to try to write a story and I could help with spelling and grammar, etc. When I asked if she had ideas for a story (assuming she meant to make up one of her own), she proceeded to recount a traditional tale full of giants, 12 princesses, dangerous forests, and the like. I asked if she had ever written a story of her own in school, and she said no. How sad is that? On one hand I was thrilled that traditional tales are known by the young generation of Cambodians, but on the other hand, after horrible years of war and terror that all but squashed culture and creativity, how do we expect the arts to return to Cambodia if students are not even given the freedom of writing stories in school?

I was also struck by loss of another kind this week. The office kitten, Joy, died. I was a bit worried when I came into the office Tuesday and there was a nearly identical new cat in the office, and then someone told me the other cat had died. I’m not sure what happened to her. To be honest, she wasn’t the brightest cat. I wouldn’t be at all surprized if she fell in the pond or something. I’ll miss her stubby tail, her lopsided canter, and the way she would sprawl on my lap and purr in bliss. I was thankful to have another cat in my arms when I got the news. Now I have to think of a new name for this cat…

To end on a more positive note, my host brother (who is 1 ½) has finally started to eat rice, much to the joy of his mother. Each time she succeeds in getting him to eat a spoonful, she announces it to whoever happens to be within earshot. Ironically enough, he started eating rice along with prohok- a paste made from fermented fish that tastes ghastly as it sounds. But he seems to like it! He also likes the sour fried cabbage leaves we had the other day and ate quite a bit of real food at that meal too (and by real food I mean rice instead of his usual fare of breast milk and cakes). Things are never dull with that kid around! Yesterday he started chasing me around with the lice comb... my second greatest nightmare. 10 points if you can guess what my greatest nightmare is (no cheating Janet!). To give you a hint, I skipped reading an ENTIRE chapter of the Lord of the Rings.

Until next time,

Rebecca

Here's to you Joy. This is the only photo I ever took of her, just because I happened to be photographing the garden at the time. I figured I had lots of time to get cute close ups of my new best friend. Here she is, not quite inconspicuously stalking something in the garden :)

 

On saying goodbye to puppies and kings, how towels are like duck tape, and a new standard for beauty

Dear friends and family,

Tragic news! Pippin the puppy is gone, just like that. No ceremony, no goodbye. A neighbour came by, put him in a plastic bag, and walked away. Who will be next? Milka (the chocolate coloured puppy), or Barrie (named for the playwright because he loves to play)? My host mother must have seen the horror on my face because she quickly reassured me “we give one puppy to friend.” I tried to tell myself that he is probably happy in his new home. Since no one here treats animals like pets, maybe I shouldn’t get in the habit of it either, but I can’t help it! I have named the household cat Alacrity; you should see the way she moves when she is chasing lizards in the rafters! The male dog is named Twitchy because he has this perpetually- reoccurring back spasm that causes his whole body to twitch about once a second. This is really annoying, especially when he is under the table and starts rubbing against your leg. Ugh. The mother dog is named Lily. The cat at the office is Joy. My supervisor was very amused to learn that I had named his cat.

My 11 year old host sister saw me watching Tangled on my computer one day, and now constantly asks to watch it. I am glad that I have something to share with her, and honestly, it is better than watching the Korean dramas that are on TV. Speaking of TV, regular programming has return to the television after a week of special broadcasting.  Last week, the King Father of Cambodia died. The country deeply feels this loss, and this past week has been a time of mourning. On television, they showed hours and hours of processions, mourning, speeches, monks chanting, important people from around the world offering their condolences, etc. I’m not sure if it would have been more or less boring to watch if I could understand what they were all saying. Just to give some background about the significance of this figure, he was crowned King in the 40’s when Cambodia was still a French colony. It is believed that the French selected him from among possible candidates because they believed he would be the most malleable and easy to control. However, King Norodom Sihanouk led his country to a peaceful independence from France after gathering support from nations around the world. As such, he is referred to as the father of Cambodia. He was a dynamic, influential, and clever leader. He made the decision to abdicate after a few years to lead a political party which gave him more real power and sway in the country’s politics. Some people claim one of his most important achievements was to keep the country out of Vietnam War for as long as he did. However, Norodom Sihanouk was ousted, and then watched his country descend into war and the terrible Pol Pot years, to be crowned king once more as stability returned. He reigned until 2004 when he abdicated due to poor health, replaced by his son who is still without heir. He King Father was 89 when he passed away. Many wonder now what will happen to the monarchy and unity in Cambodia now that he is gone. They say to can see the face of the old king when you look at the moon.

If Norodom Sihanouk was the father of their nation as Sir John A was ours; their Angkor Wat temple our maple leaf; then the kroma is to Cambodians what duck tape is to Canadians. I was given a kroma for the first time yesterday. That I now have one officially shows that I have spent time in Cambodia. Long before Douglas Adams ever said “you’ve got to know where your towel is”, Cambodians were proving the wisdom of this truth in their daily lives. Now, it is not fair to call a kroma a towel, for it is certainly much much more than a mere towel. It is a piece of checkered cloth, usually red, whose uses are endless. A headscarf to keep the sun off your head when working outdoors (can be tied several ways), a cloth to wipe down the table or remove rice from the fingers of messy kids, women wear it when they go to bathe, often men will wear only a kroma wrapped around their waist in the heat of the afternoon, a scarf to keep the sun off your skin when you drive a moto, and the list grows as long as the creativity of the owner.

But even though I now have a kroma scarf like all Cambodians and FEEL more like I belong, I still stick out in a crowd. How many of you like to be the centre of attention? How many of you know that I do NOT like to be the centre of attention? I thought I knew what I was signing up for when I came here. As one of only 2 foreigners in this village, I get a lot of “hello!”s  and comments about how pretty I am. What I was not expecting was everyone to say how much they love my nose. I know enough now to know when people are talking about me, and not 5 minutes go by after being in a new group of people before someone invariably comments on how beautiful my nose is. Now, to be honest, I’ve never really liked my nose, the size of which I blame on my Mennonite heritage. Not that it has ever been that big of an issue for me… God made me just the way I am, it’s the beauty of the heart that matters, and all that… but everyone has SOMETHING about themselves they wish was different, right? It got me thinking though, why is it that I don’t particularly like my nose? The longer I am here, the more it is obvious that I got that message from society. We’d like to think that there is a universal standard for beauty… that we have the “right” standard, so we don’t have to feel like we are just trying to fit in and please people when we try to stay super skinny, or keep our hair from showing grey, or spend way too much money getting our nails done. Now, I’m not here to get into a debate about natural/instinctive preferences, biology, psychology, and all that. Why do I not find beauty spots on the face with one long hair growing out of it attractive (while some Cambodians do)? Why is it that they love my nose?  Now, maybe they just ‘pick’ on my nose because, let’s face it, they can’t comment on my height, nor is the colour of my hair very striking. But it still raises the question: Where does our standard for beauty come from and should we put as much importance on it as we do? How can we have a change of perspective to really KNOW in our hearts that it is the beauty inside that matters. How can we begin to see people through God’s eyes, without this habit of comparing ourselves with others, and compare others with ourselves?

Before I go for today, let me share with you a verse I came across while reading Hebrews this last week. It doesn’t really have any particular relevance to what I’ve been talking about, but it is just so amazing that I feel the need to share it. Listen to these words of truth:

“So God has given us both his promise and his oath. These two things are unchangeable because it is impossible for God to lie. Therefore we who have fled to him for refuge can take new courage, for we can hold on to his promise with confidence. This confidence is like a strong and trustworthy anchor for our souls. It leads us through the curtain of heaven into God’s inner sanctuary.” Heb 6:18-19.

Yours truly,

Rebecca

Another NGO came to visit ODOV and learn about the work we are doing, as well as some technical skills.

 

Another glorious sunset!

On the effectiveness of oreos as comfort food, building mountains, and the bright side of power outages

Hello fans!

                What an adventure I had last weekend trying to get back to Mesang Village from Phnom Penh city! I went to the city for  MCC’s monthly team meeting. It was a long weekend, so everyone was trying to get out of the city and back to their homes in the provinces. The mini-bus driver to Mesang apparently decided to take a holiday as well, so there was no way for me to get directly back to Mesang. I had to wait an extra day in the city, with nothing to do because everyone I knew was already out visiting other provinces. I was so bored that I started to watch Bride and Prejudice by myself in the office, eating a package of oreo cookies I found at one of the more western supermarkets. But I did make it back eventually, in time to join my family when they went to the wat Monday morning.

The holiday (Pchum ben) started two weeks previously, this Monday being the final day. As far as I understand it (and this is a very basic explanation I am sure), people give food and money on this holiday to pay respect to the spirits of their deceased ancestors, and to keep away bad spirits. Often families will visit several wats where the spirits of their ancestors might be. The wat (like a Buddhist temple or pagoda) was very crowded with families. There was a big roofed but open-walled area where everyone was seated on mats on the floor. My host mother (ma) went to pray and light incense at the front before coming to sit down. Then we went to give rice and other food to the monks. Most families had brought a set of stacking bowls, all filled with cooked rice. We each took one bowl and went to the back of the meeting area, and put a spoonful of rice into each of 7 large bowls. Beside each bowl was a plate where we put some money (equivalent to a few cents). I then walked around outside with ma for a bit around the area where they are building a new temple.  There, people were building “mountains” upon which they placed sticks of incense. Each person added a handful of sand and a sprinkle of water and put a stick of incense into it, so the mountains grew bigger as the day wore on. There was a net bag beside each for giving money. At each of the “mountains”, ma prayed for good luck. When the prayers were finished inside, many families started eating lunch. They ate rest of the rice they had not given to the monks and other food they had brought. But some families that lived close by (such as my family), went home to eat.

It was a fascinating experience going there with my host family, and added to the uniqueness of my homestay. I think it left me with more questions about folk-Buddhism than it did answers. It was difficult for me to ask about the meaning of certain traditions and practices due to language. As a Christian living with a Buddhist family, I have also had to ask myself questions about what is right for me to do, and what is not. But thankfully the Bible is very clear on this. It is OK to eat food that has been offered to spirits; do not bow down to or worship other gods; and so on. Trying to find the line between cultural curiosity and respect, and honouring God has helped solidify what is essential, or “closed-fisted”, about Christianity, and what is not. Living in a country where the overwhelming percentage of the population is Buddhist and there are only a few Christians has helped me better understand the words of apostles on this topic. I found out that there is a church about 15 minutes away (which seems far here), but I am not sure if I am brave enough to go there by myself for the first time, not knowing the language very well. I did hear about another church mostly composed of students; I’d love to find this group as they would be more my age, and are more likely to know a bit of English.

Going back now to the topic of food… you all know I eat a lot of rice, but a couple of people have expressed interest in learning about what else it is that I eat with those heaps of rice. Since I am living in the country, we eat a lot of fish. For breakfast, it is often salted and fried, or dried salted and fried fish, or duck eggs fried with a leafy-green vegetable. The latter is by far my favourite. Lunch and supper are very similar. There is always a soup: fish and greens, beef and potato and carrot, chicken hearts and greens, lily stems and fish… you get the idea. Sometimes there is a fried vegetable, such as green bean, or morning glory, or carrot, other leafy-green vegetables that I don’t know the English name of (I really like the green vegetables), often with a bit of “meat” thrown in for flavour. And often there is another meat dish, such as pork and fried ginger (one of my favourites), or curried frog (surprisingly delicious), or more fish! Most of the food is pretty good; I am certainly not going hungry. However, yesterday we had a soup that was not my favourite. I call it the soup of chewy-rubbery things. It had mushrooms, dried squid, cabbage, and pork skin. I am getting pretty good at selectively scooping vegetables from soup onto my plate, as I’m not a huge meat eater to begin with. I almost got away with yesterday until my host mom dropped a large piece of pork skin into my plate. “Delicious!” she says. On the weekends I accompany my host mother to the market as she buys food for the day. We don’t have a fridge, so most of our food is bought fresh that morning. When there are leftovers, they are re-heated and eaten at the next meal. And anything we don’t eat, the dogs, the cat, and the chickens do. I found out why sometimes we don’t have a lot of vegetables to eat… because there simply aren’t any to be had. This past holiday weekend, the market had a fraction of the people out selling things, and there were very few vegetables or even fish to be had. A lot of vegetables are imported to Cambodia and I guess the bigger cities get first dibs.

But enough about food. Work is going well. I am meeting with some staff next week to come up with a specific plan for research and demonstration on the farm. I am really excited to start implementing this project! They seem to be happy to let me come up with ideas as to what we should grow and what we should research. I really appreciate the independence and responsibility… if only I knew more about what grows when in Cambodia! Hopefully in our meeting next week they will be able to tell me what makes sense and what is not practical. Friday was a lot of fun at work. The power was out all day, so we all spent the day outside tearing down long bean and bitter gourd vines that were finished growing, and replanting the beds with green onions. It was a lot of fun to be out with everyone else, listen to the gossip and laughter (though I couldn’t understand it), and get my hands dirty! I took a bike ride after work in the hour before sunset, and was once again struck by the beauty of Cambodia.

Yours,

Rebecca

Beautiful sunset behind the farm

Admiring a job well done

On my work, things you never hear at home, and chocolate cake

Dear friends and family,

 I want to take some time to tell you a little bit more about my work in Cambodia, especially for the benefit of those who only recently started following my blog. I am volunteering at the Organization to Develop Our Villages (ODOV). ODOV was started in the 90’s by MCC, but “localized” in 2004, meaning that it is completely run by Cambodians now. MCC still funds ODOV and maintains an advisor role to help with things like proposal and grant writing. However, my position at ODOV is much more hands-on. ODOV has numerous community development projects on the go. They organize vocational training for girls (teaching them how to sew), they set up community banks so people can borrow money to start businesses at a very low interest rate, they set up “village model farms” to demonstrate integrated farming and vegetable growing, and they have a demonstration farm. My official title is demonstration farm coordinator. The staff at ODOV is so busy that they have not had time to develop the demonstration farm as fast as new ideas come up. Currently, there is demonstration of climate change related technology (drip irrigation, biogas from pig manure, natural fertilizer/compost…); pig, poultry, and fish raising, and a variety of vegetables. It will be my job this year to add to that. We want to start growing vegetables for seed production- currently seed is purchased from the city, it is costly, and the quality is unreliable. Most farmers only grow rice, and do not want to put the money into growing other plants until they have been tried out. Secondly, we want to start doing some simple experiments on the farm, such as testing out different varieties of plants, different fertilizing methods, different seed-saving methods, intercropping, etc, in an effort to increase the productivity, reduce cost, and be more sustainable. It will be a good learning opportunity for the staff as well as me as I have little experience with agriculture and they have little experience with research. I will also help promote the demonstration farm by improving the presentation to visitors.
I am very excited to see how this year will go! ODOV has a great program and I am very glad to be joining them. I love the quiet village life; already seeing people I know when I go to the market; getting invited to people’s houses. I now get up before 6 AM every day, and turn the lights off around 9:30 PM. It has been great to be with my host family. Everything I ever learned about microbiology, parasitology, and environmental biology told me “DO NOT GO SWIMMING IN THE RIVER IN CAMBODIA.” So guess what I did last week? I went with my family to the river. Well, it wasn’t so much a river as a spillway between two giant lakes created by the rain. Most of the time we sat in the shallow swifter water under the bridge, but then I swam a bit in the calm water. I got a lot of people watching me, not only was I the only foreigner, but I was also the only GIRL who knew how to swim.

There are many things that you would probably never hear at home:

“Honey, this soup isn’t spicy enough. Can you get some chillies from the forest (aka yard)? “

“Ha! The cat fell off the roof into the cistern again!”

“Would you like some sugarcane?” (walks into the backyard with an axe and comes back with sugarcane)

“Help me chase the chicken out of the office!”

“Watch-out for the water-buffalo!”

Another funny anecdote: there are a lot of bare-bummed babies running around in Cambodia. Firstly, this saves enormously on the cost of diapers.  Secondly, they seem to like it. And with this heat, I don’t blame them. My Cambodian brother is 1 ½ years old, and the other day he was running around playing with the puppies. The three puppies at our house are still very young, and are just starting to come out of their hiding place and learn to run and play. It was all fun and games until one of the puppies got hungry and became confused about who was mom, and who was not, much to the surprise of my brother! He ran away with a scream, but all three puppies chased after him. Thankfully, Ma came to the rescue with a pair of shorts!

This weekend I went into Phnom Penh for the monthly MCC team meeting. It was so nice to see everyone again, and eat chocolate cake on my birthday, have pizza, see a traditional Cambodian shadow-puppet show, and pick up my mail. My sister Janet, the world’s best snail-mail correspondent, had sent me an envelope containing several letters dated throughout the summer that she had not had a chance to send until now. The first was supposed to have reached me before I left for Cambodia, but I’m almost glad it didn’t because now I am able to look back on my first two months in Cambodia and see how God is working in my life just like Janet hoped in her letter.

On the subject of letters, I just want to say that I always love to hear from home- I don’t expect reams of snail mail, but if you have a chance to drop me a line on facebook or email (Rebecca.standen@unb.ca) every now and again, it is always appreciated!

Love,
Rebecca

On not eating dog, visiting the market, and tea and kittens

Dear Friends and Family,
As promised, I would like to share with you all a bit about what things are like living in Mesang. For context, Veang village is located in Mesang Disctrict, Prey Veng province, in the south-east corner of Cambodia; and for those of you still not sure, that is in Southeast Asia.  I’m not quite sure how many people live in the town, but it is pretty small. It has one main dirt road with a market, bank, a few places to eat, bike repair shops, school, etc. The roads to get here are terrible, and the roads in town are almost as bad. I live on a small street across from the high school with my host family. I found out yesterday that this is technically a different village, but I forget the name. The father has a government job and is therefore away a lot working in Prey Veng. The mother stays at home with her 1 ½ year old son, who is the cutest kid in the world. We have fun playing together in the evenings. And if you ever thought that a child in North America refusing to eat broccoli was troublesome, well, this kid refuses to eat rice. The younger daughter is slowly getting used to having me around. I enjoy watching TV with her; one of the most popular shows is a Korean drama dubbed in Khmer, but there is enough action that I get the main idea. The older daughter is at school many hours a day studying, but we have had some time to teach each other in the evenings. I still feel like I am a guest here sometimes! I hope that will change soon! I eat all of my meals with my host family which is really nice. But as such, I have eaten rice with every meal for 10 days in a row and counting. Before I had noodles or bread every couple of days to break it up. Despite having so much rice, I enjoy the food for the most part. Ironically enough, the time when I founded it hardest to eat the food was on the holiday celebration last Saturday. The food was all “delicacies” such as pigs liver, stuffed cow intestines, chicken innards fried with ginger… at least they didn’t make me try the dog!

We have had so much rain here this past week that it has been hard to find a good time to get out exploring the town. I’m not sure if my feet are tan or permanently covered in mud.  I’d love to bike around and take pictures one day soon. Speaking of which, my bike was the worse for wear after a 2 hour ride to Mesang on the back of a pickup truck and was making terrible scrapping noises. I was rather proud of myself when I took it apart, found the problem, and fixed it myself!

I went with my host mother to market on Saturday morning. I’m sure glad I didn’t go there the first time by myself. I felt like a little kid hiding behind my mothers’ skirts from the stares of the strangers. She explained who I was to any curious people. Haha. I guess there aren’t too many foreigners who show up to market 7:30 on a Saturday! It was cool to see the market and watch my host mother pick out food for the day. I only know of one other foreigner in the town; a peace corps volunteer teaching English at the high school. Hopefully we’ll be able to meet; it will be nice to have a conversation with someone fluent in English.  

Work has been good but a bit slow this week. Because many of the projects are implemented in villages all over the district, a lot of the staff is gone most of the time. But I have been keeping busy learning more about what ODOV does, reading on sustainable farming, learning Khmer, working on a plan for climate change related research on the demonstration farm. The cook/cleaner has learned I like tea and has placed a fresh pot on my desk every morning. I have fallen in love with the office kitten who regularly comes to sleep on my lap. This week I have also been invited by some of the staff to join in their visits to farmers in other villages. One of ODOV’s big projects is establishing village banks. These village banks allow members to take small loans at a very low interest rate, and profit from the village bank is used for community development and benefits for members. It is a neat process, much like micro financing, but the community members have more ownership and help to keep each other accountable.

This week I also start learning Khmer and teaching English with a couple of students. They are helping me to learn to read. I am helping them with conversation in English. Yesterday we were discussing our respective countries. They were very amused by my attempts at drawing a beaver; and when I described the game of curling, the closest they could understand was “is it like bowling?” I guess that’s close enough.

Ever since coming to Mesang, I have been missing out on my usual morning quiet time that I started when I was in Prey Veng. There doesn’t seem to be time between when I get up, eat, and leave to have a good chunk of time to myself. I have decided to start getting up just before 6. Before coming to Cambodia, that idea would have sounded crazy to me! But what with roosters crowing at 5 AM and work starting around 7:30 AM, I am starting to get used to turning my lights out before 10 PM. Such a change from my usual habits at home! But here is just makes sense to be up when it is light out, not to mention that the morning is nice and cool and the bugs are the worst at night.

Even though my journaling and quiet times have been sporadic this past week, God has shown me some amazing things through my brief glimpses at his word.

Before coming to Cambodia, my small group in Fredericton spent an evening discussing spiritual gifts. One of the women in the group said I had the gift of joy, an ability to find joy in the Lord alone, even when I am not around other believers. I think I’ll really be needing that gift this year! Joy can be lost in loneliness, quenched by sadness of the corruption and poverty that is all around, hard to find when you feel so far from home. But I was encouraged by this verse from 1 Peter 1:8 “Though you do not see him, you trust him; and even now you are happy with a glorious, inexpressible joy.” This verse put such a smile on my face and laughter in heart this morning. I think I’ve mentioned before how happy I feel here. Happy in a way I can’t explain, knowing how far out of my comfort zone I thought this experience would be. New experiences and change are good. They make you stop and think about life, the universe, and everything; a process which is eye-opening, humbling, sometimes a bit uncomfortable, but always rewarding and a chance for growth. Please pray that God would continue to help me discover new and greater joy in this year of newness and change!

Blessings,

Rebecca

My new house in Mesang

Don't worry dad, I always wear my helmet when I ride.