
Kinda reminds me of the 60s and the Beach Boys and “It’s the little old lady from Pasadena! Go, granny, go, granny, go, granny, go!”
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Kinda reminds me of the 60s and the Beach Boys and “It’s the little old lady from Pasadena! Go, granny, go, granny, go, granny, go!”

This is a ting mong or scarecrow-like figure erected by Cambodian villagers to scare away disease and evil. Read the article in the Phnom Penh Post to get an idea of some of the beliefs of less educated people in rural areas where proper medical services have been lacking.

This is the street in Kampot town where we were waiting for the van back to Phnom Penh. It was sad to see the stumps of seven huge trees across the street from us. I hope there was a REALLY good reason for cutting the trees down and it wasn’t just to make money for someone.

Today our group returned to Phnom Penh, Russ Brine and I in the morning, and the rest in the afternoon. Click here for final views from Meraki.

This was the second day of our retreat. Click here for pictures from the activities and from the beautiful surroundings.
“This is a person out of control…He is the Chief Law Enforcement Officer of the land. He encouraged people to lie for him. He lied. I think he obstructed justice. I think there’s a compelling case…that [it] would be better for him to leave office than stay in office. ”
~ Republican Senator Lindsey Graham (1999)

Today was devoted to some serious study of Buddhism and the practice of meditation but there was also time for just enjoying the beautiful surroundings. Click here for scenes from today.

Our Maryknoll Lay Missioners group in Cambodia has a retreat together each year and this year we went to a center in Kampot Province on the coast. Click here to see pictures from this travel day.

The streets are crowded in Phnom Penh and the situation is made worse by all the vendors on the edge of the street, occupying what would be a sidewalk. Click here to see one stretch of street beside a school.

Here’s still another fruit–now in season–for which I have no name.