So, you heard about it. I went to Cambodia. With my new friends whom I knew from MHi. In case you don't have any idea about MHi, do scroll down to the previous post, if you're in absolute curiosity about what MHi is all about.
You've read it? Nice. Or you didn't?
Doesn't matter anyway. You're busy by the way. Kinda.
Ok. So. Sabrina, we went there on the 14th of January and stayed there for about 9 days. We stayed in a village called Kampung Keh. It was that short. Keh. Sounds like a sigh you made when you're fed up with this world!
Ok, ignore that. I know it doesn't sound like a sigh. Keh. Nah. No way. Just forget the fact that I've ever mention that.
No, no fancy hotels. We just stayed in wooden houses which are not that bad actually. It's so-village-like I don't know how to describe it. Maybe museum-like. Like it's wooden but it's fancy. Yeah.
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| The house I stayed. So village-like right? |
Sabrina, living in the village was like living in Malaysia in the 60's. For my foster family, they still use coals and firewood instead of stove to cook. Seeing my foster mother going through hasty process just to cook made me feel guilty. Just imagine cooking two times a day, everyday with coals.
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| The 'stove' |
Like come on, I got stove at my home and I still find myself reluctant to cook.
And she didn't cook simple dishes you know. They were marvelous, her dishes. I thought we might undergo some diet here. But no. They served like five choices of dishes per meal. Each and everyone of them tasted like heaven. I ended up came back to Malaysia fatter.
And yes for water supply. Instead of SYABAS (which is not around here, obviously
) we had wells. We also had proper toilet like we do in Malaysia, don't worry.
Here, it's not recommended for you to be out after 8, especially the ladies. Because it gets really dark here at night. Electricity? Yes, they do have electricity. But, only in their homes. And only a few bulbs. Torch lights are really needed at night or you won't see a thing. it was like the whole village is having a blackout.
Sabrina. Sleeping here was not as comfy as sleeping on your bed. Not at all. We slept on mats and below our houses were cows. Yes, cows but they didn't smell. Thank God. Alhamdulillah.
The main concern was the coldness, the breeze at night made us shiver every night although we didn't switch on the fan at all. Luckily we had blankets but they didn't help much. Really.
So what did we do there?
We cycled the treacherous roads around the village, we went to beach, we had a dip at the river, we ate free ice creams, we had Cambodian cool blog, we taught the Cambodian kids, we learned Cambodian language, we went to a creepy museum with really dark past, we ride all sorts of transportation in Cambodia, we chased chicks (literally chicks, the children to chicken), we peeled bags and bags of garlic, we visited the unfortunate, we took lots of selfies, we played with the Cambodian kids, cleaned the schoolss, we did a performance, we did a lot.
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| That creepy museum I'm talking about |
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| Pinky cyclist. Come on, its the IBS shirt |
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| The kids at my house |
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| It took quite an effort to clean the whiteboard |
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| There. The only girls. |
I don't know how many times your name were written Sabrina, but I will do as promised, inshaAllah. I told you writing needs the right time.
Yes, I miss you Sabrina. Duh.
