Category: Daily Life in Cambodia

Things I’m going to miss…

This year will probably be my last in Cambodia. Because of age and the departure of Maryknoll, it has become more of a challenge–and more expensive!–to live here in the kingdom. Life is certainly easier here but I need to consider long-term implications like getting sick and needing assistance that I don’t have now after Maryknoll left.

One of the things I will miss is having my own IT technician! At the Deaf Development Programme office today, my desktop started acting up. I got our tech to take a look and he found an external drive is on its last leg and then cleaned the RAM contacts with alcohol, and–voila!–I’m back in business. I won’t have the type of service in the US of A! 😮

Vanity Plates

This year has seen the introduction of vanity license plates in Cambodia. They start at $500 and seem to be quite popular which must make the government happy. From what I’ve seen, it looks like the plate must have eight digits, not a lesser number.

Why wait?

Notice all these motorcycles turning left on to the street where I am stopped for the red light. The motorcycles are all driving the wrong way in the opposing lane of the street they’re coming from rather than wait in their lane till the traffic moves forward. In Cambodian traffic, if you can physically get your vehicle into a space, you have right of way.

Difference between women and men

The first time I headed for the toilets in the baggage claim area after getting off a flight in Phnom Penh, I did a double-take before entering to make sure I was in the right one. Most toilet iconography would feature a figure with a skirt or something similar for the women’s room, but in Cambodia the emphasis seems to be on a waist and a flip of the hair.

Recreating what he grew up with

Most of Phnom Penh’s population has been transplanted from the rural provinces to the capital city. The saying goes: “You can take the person out of the country but you can’t take the country out of the person.” There are many illustrations of that adage around Phnom Penh where the now city dwellers try to recreate the fields, the plants, the flowers the way it was “back then.”

Why do they do it?

This is a shot driving in a tuk-tuk to St. Joseph Church this morning. Notice the two cars in front of us. One has his wheels on the left lane line and other has his wheels on the right lane line. They refuse to drive in the middle of the lane unless forced to by traffic. Why do they do that? My tuk-tuk driver is trying get his wheels on the left lane marker.