Another day at the school, splitting my time between painting and being a teaching assistant. The children are starting to get to know me now - they are quite shy at first but when they realise that you aren't going to disappear the next day (as many people do), they start to open up to you. When we arrive in the car they run up to us waving & smiling and they now feel comfortable in front of the camera, usually falling over one another to see the screen. I'm managing to get some beautiful shots. I'll be printing some photos off so that Laura & I can put a collage together which will include a map of the world and photos of ourselves and any future volunteers, with a pin in the map showing where we all come from.
Last night Laura, Phillip, Conchetta, Sophie and myself went along to an Australian BBQ which is held every Friday night at The Villa Guesthouse. Craig and I stayed at The Villa in November and the owners, Anthony & Fiona, are really lovely and incredibly generous. They give a large amount of their profits back to the community.
The BBQ was an 'all you can eat for $5' and was really good. I have a feeling the starting to become baggy trousers will start to become less baggy again! Mind you, I've had to buy a $1 belt from the market to keep them up, so the Cambodian Diet is starting to work ;0)
We spent a couple of hours at the BBQ and then went around the corner to Hotel de la Paix (the poshest place here) where they make their own ice cream. It's only a few minutes around the corner, but Phillip insisted us four girls go in the tuk-tuk and he will walk on behind, but rather than walk he started running after the tuk tuk, eventually overtaking. It really was a scene out of a comedy movie. Phil kept running faster and faster and our tuk-tuk driver was desperately trying to keep up. Phil's a large built South African guy (his daughter, Sophie, calls him Buddha Dad!) with a bald head and goatee beard, and he looked hilarious running down the road in front of us. I suppose it's one of those times when you needed to be there to see it, but we were screaming with laughter.
We arrived at the hotel breathless with laughter (whereas Phil was just breathless!) and devoured cups of white chocolate and mars bar flavour ice cream, which was to die for . . . .
PS. The above photo is just an example of the difficulties many Khmer people have. This lady sells books from a trolley opposite my guesthouse. She is there from the crack of dawn until the sun goes down, every day, with her son in a sling over her shoulder. He is severely disabled and has leg braces.