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.

Just follow the….?

None of these options are very good, but it seems the workmen who put down the yellow tactile tiles to guide blind people:
• had no idea what the yellow tiles are used for, OR,
• they knew the purpose of the special tiles but no one told them to go around the trees, OR,
• they just didn’t care that they were making life worse for blind people.

No rope, please…

Today this sign was up in front of one of the six elevators in the building where I live. I really hope they are using steel cables rather than ropes. It is interesting to see the various different words U.S. English and other Englishes use for the same reality.

Life in Cambodia

This is an illustration of what I like best about Cambodia–and what I am going to miss most when I leave. Here a technician from the apartment where I live and his partner fix a shower hose that stopped working. I sent a message this morning about the problem and suggested a time when I would be home, and immediately got a response that Vuthy and his partner would be there then. And I love the way they work. In the US, if I couldn’t fix it myself and had to call someone to work on it, it would take several days to get someone to the house, cost me $25/$50/$75 when he walks in the door, and then he would just pull out a new hose and charge me another $25 or $50 for it. Vuthy got out his channel-locks and needle-nosed pliers, took the hose apart, repaired it, and fifteen minutes later the water was back on. And no charge. I’ll miss all that.