Wednesday, 26 November 2008
Tuesday, 25 November 2008
Loading up tuk-tuk Vannat's chariot - complete with wheel chair. The rest of our people were carted off on the back of motorbikes.
The day started with an evacuation at 6.45am. Every one of our six patients and three family members wanted to head out to the first service at New Life Fellowship (7am start; second service is at 10.15am). I kept the cat company until everyone returned - then headed out to the second service, followed by expat cellgroup lunch and meeting at Mark and Jo's.
Thanks girls - you were great!
Meanwhile, we were getting inundated with young people. A couple of cellgroups from New Life were having an end-of-year break up party (please tell me that this is not the end of 2008 ...) and we were the favoured venue. We hosted 30+ great young people.
Their specialty dish of choice - 'baby duck'. In the Philippines I knew this as 'balout' - boiled duck egg with a fully formed, feathered little ducking inside. Knock off the top of the egg and there is the little guy, bill up and cooked to perfection. Not today, thanks ...
My party lowlight - kebab sticks galore. They were great - and I have been doing loo runs ever since ....
Where there is food, there are teenagers ...
Saturday, 22 November 2008
I went hunting for Angie - and found her in the kitchen, quietly teaching little Douch our cook English. She did a bit of a language exchange too, and came out of the hour or so with a good little Khmer vocab!
Kerry is my legendry 'can-do Kiwi' example. Here he is fixing our water pump in the front yard - and yes, the water flows again! He also healed our overflowing water tank at home. I was as helpful as Dennis DeVito in 'The Castle' - passing tools and making happy noises.
A nice little bunch of mangos - these are a little safer from our neighbours as they're in the tree outside the kitchen.
These fellas we still have to be introduced to. The tree looks like a pawpaw but I think that they are a bit different.
Sunday, 16 November 2008
It was a fun night together and an excellent, relaxed catch-up. The fun did not end with the dinner, either. We were aware that there had been 'some rain' during our meal time - but a little surprised to find no visible road when we were looking to head home. Our dinner together was far from our home, right up in the north of the city, so we had a cross-city journey to accomplish.
The view from the footpath - pretty useless pic I know; one really has to be here to experience the vibe
So, we started the journey home by hitting the side streets in a totally unknown part of the city, navigating first past the lucky couple and their guests who had chosen this night for their wedding reception in one of those 'set up the tent in the middle of the road' affairs. All good; dry ground so far.
A k or so on and there appeared to be a bit of a shimmer ahead. A bunch of boys who u-turned gave a hint of what lay ahead, but real men don't u-turn. Besides, Susie is home now so I have a praying wife right behind me. Between her fervent prayers and her helpful advice on where I should be positioned in river road, we got thru' just fine and had a pretty clear run the rest of the way home. Phnom Penh is like that - rain all over but particular localised areas that just get inundated.
Saturday, 15 November 2008
The girls at breakfast this morning (above) ... note the vegemite (thanks, Annie!) and the gourmet omelette - and Bev with Colleen's girls (below)
Friday, 14 November 2008
The legendry, humble Pineapple Lump - world famous beyond NZ
Wednesday, 12 November 2008
Algae floaties straight our of the tap
At home, we buy our drinking water in 20 litre plastic containers for $1. All good. At the Healing Home I was doing that but have shifted to two water filters - a simple but effective system that filters water through a big clay pot. I also use heaven's own supply, capturing water from a roof run-off and into 20 litre bottles. As long as I allow the first 15 minutes or so of a downpour to wash the dust and atmospheric grime away, the 'from above' water is great.
Wednesday, 5 November 2008
Chantol riding my steed, taking Ngeit and little Dtouch back home. They live in a village an hour out of town - "a very little house", Chantol reported, "with six children at home - and they all have colds". Ngeit is due back after the festival.