When my friend Katherine ('Sup girl? ;p) came back to KK from the UK a few months ago, she mentioned that she would be going to Phnom Penh in October, and asked if I'd like to meet her there.
(Background update: Kat and I have been friends since 2006, and were inseparable til she moved to the UK with her family in 2008. Since then, we've only been able to meet once when she came down to KK again, and then this time she came down in 2011, so yes, having the chance to meet up any where was good enough for me! ;p)
She was there with her parents and a team from Australia, on a mission trip. I was a bit anxious before I got there to be honest, knowing that her parents would be leaving 2 days after I arrived, and she'd be with a bunch of people I didnt know, while working. Would we have time to actually hang out? What exactly would I have to do while I was there? What if the team dont like me? What if I dont like them??
I was scheduled to arrive on 8/10, and to add the element of surprise to the trip, about 3 days before, I received mail from Kat saying she wouldnt be there when I arrived! =O She was in the villages on the outskirts of Phnom Penh, about a 5 hour drive away.. I was also stupid enough to book a 6.45am flight, but that a different story, lol. She'd arranged for someone to pick me up at the airport and a hotel room for me though, cz she knew I'd prolly get lost and just sit at the side of the road somewhere and cry if she didnt.. ;p
So. I arrive on Saturday, walk out of the airport, and see.. Nothing. No one with any signs with my name, no one who looked like they were there for me, nothing. (I dont know what I was expecting this "host" to look like, but yea.) Then all of a sudden, I feel a hand on my shoulder, and this Cambodian dude asks me "Are you Calista?" Whoa Kat, you must've given an amazing description of me! Hahaha.. Turns out his name is Singly, and we hop into a tuk-tuk and head to the hotel. (Yes, I did just randomly follow a Cambodian stranger as soon as I touched down in PP. The excitement that is my life.)
We got on pretty well, and took care of me before Kat arrived, taking me to breakfast

Before letting me go back to the hotel to sleep. (Being the dummy I was, I didnt sleep the night before for fear of missing my flight.)
Later in the evening he came back on his scooter (which is really nice btw) to take me for dinner. We went to this really nice place called Sleuk Chark.
Singly asked if I'd mind him ordering, to which I said go ahead. Mistake!
He ordered sour soup
It actually did taste like chicken, as so many people say, but psychologically I couldnt get over the fact that it was frog so.. =/ The quail eggs were mostly yolk as well, seeing as they're so small, so I only had one of those too.. I think he ordered it on purpose just to get the upper hand, cz SINGLY IS INSANE!! If only I'd known this before I spent 2 whole days with him.. *shakes head* ;p
After dinner he took me on a mini tour of this place called Diamond Island.
Some photos I took there:
So that was the end of day 1! And I havent even really done anything yet! ;p Will be blogging about the village trips, our visit to the touristy spots, the killing fields and much more so please click the 'follow' button to make sure you get updated!
Love ya'll!
xxxxx
I would have never let you sit by the road and cry.. I am a good friend after all! I apologize about the frogs though.. grosss.... Which place shall we go next then? xoxo
ReplyDeleteHaha.. I know.. ;p *hugs* It's Singly's fault with the frogs tho!! Yiiiii...!!!! ;p
ReplyDeleteWell, I'd love to Vietnam, or even Myanmar and Laos like we talked about! xxxx
Cant wait for the next story.. ;))))
ReplyDeleteWorking on it as we speak Abby! =)
ReplyDeleteBurma/Myanmar is where many of the graves of my descendants are, our family were there for four generations, had to leave because of the Second World War. If you look up Neil Towers (my late uncle - he died in 2004) on YouTube -it should come straight up - he explains how it all happened.
ReplyDeleteHmm.. That's interesting.. So that's means you should have some relatives of Burmese blood..? =)
ReplyDeleteTo briefly summarise the family history, my mother's side of the family all appear to be caucasian and never married non-caucasians, probably more out of entrenched prejudice belonging to British Colonialism. But wait a minute...my great aunt's brother in law married a Burmese lady whom I remember when I was very young smoking cheroots. Their daughters were very beautiful and I regarded them as cousins.
ReplyDeleteI came about as a result (almost 20 years later!) of my mother meeting my father on a train going from Jaipur to Dehra Dun for an officer's wedding.
My uncle tells the story on the video of how my grandmother fled Burma during the Japanese occupation. It's history now but their occupation was very brutal, My uncle became a Botanist and was one of the most cited scientists of his time.
Wow! Talk about an interesting family history! =D I find it amazing you know so much about your family history, it's great! I dont know that much about mine.. Although I do learn something new every once in a while.. =)
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