Monday 24 December 2007

Christmas Party

PUC, the school I teach at, is a very socially responsible place. Puthy, a Khmer teacher I’ve met here, works in the Scholarship Department that provides a number of scholarships to financially disadvantaged kids in the country. She also plays a big part in the running of an orphanage in Phnom Penh that is sponsored by the university and some of the teaching staff volunteer their time towards. Puthy, thinking I have some sort of social conscience, asked me to come along and visit the orphanage to say hello to the kids. Maybe because it was the Christmas season or the guilt of being away from my family I agreed and went along.

The orphanage is over the river (meaning it is in a rougher part of town) away from the usual haunts of foreigners or visitors to Phnom Penh. There is nothing too flash about this place, a collection of roughly built buildings that pass for a school and home. The place is very dusty and doesn’t look too inviting but the kids seem to be very happy. They range from 3 to about 16 years of age. They learn the basic education stuff as well as English, but the older kids also study vocational courses such as photography and I.T. It was very odd when I arrived to what appeared to be a very disadvantaged place to be met by a group of kids each with their own digital camera. The idea is that hopefully these kids will go on and make a career or get a job in the growing tourism industry in Cambodia by using these practical skills.

The day I visited was like a graduation plus Christmas celebration (though it seems strange that a 95% Buddhist country would hold a Xmas Party). A number of the kids were presented with certificates for completion of their course. An American, Dean, who provides a lot of financial support for the orphanage through his NGO presented certificates and provided for a party for the kids afterwards (candy/lollies that were consumed within .0256 seconds of them being placed down). Below is a picture of Dean and Puthy at the presentation ceremony shortly before they disappeared in the rush for candy.



Shortly after the ceremony I was asked by some of the Khmer teachers if I knew the Christmas Story (the Jesus, Mary and Joseph one, not Santa). Having 12 years of a Catholic education I advised I did indeed. My admission meant that I had volunteered to retell the story for the benefit of the kids via a Khmer translator. Puthy told me that not many foreigners of any type get to the place and the kids are always interested in hearing about other places. I told the Jesus story but could see that the kids (despite the best efforts of the translator) were not really getting a kick out of my telling of The Greatest Story Ever Told. I therefore moved on to what most Cambodians know about Christmas and that is Santa Claus. I don’t blame them, the story about a bloke in a red suit (Khmer Rouge) traveling at night (guerilla night tactics) to climb down the chimney (home invasion) to leave a present (bribery) seems much more relevant to the Cambodians recent life experience. The kids were most interested though in what Australians typically had for dinner as talking about leg ham and fresh prawns seemed to get the biggest ohhhs and ahhhhs.

The kids then put on a display of traditional Khmer dancing for the small group of foreigners in attendance. Khmer dancing has a lot of meaning and is performed to strict rules. My own personal rule is that I fall asleep when it is performed. But these kids put a lot of effort into the performance and looked so happy doing it that I actually enjoyed it. Plus it went for only 20 minutes rather then a usual 5 hour-effort.



After the dancing, a number of gifts were presented to the kids by the visitors and staff from PUC. I wasn’t required to buy anything but I gave to the orphanage a new soccer ball and volleyball (Attention: Nephews and Nieces - Please note the reason I did not send you any presents this year was because in the above gifts were donated in your names. I am sure that you will agree with me that this gift is better then any Xbox 360 or $100 gift voucher).
Presents you will never see
I presented this to the kids in a very formal hand over much like I was handing over the Grand Final trophy, a bit over the top but the kids liked the chance to take photos.
Recreation of handover

I spoke to a number of the older kids who could speak English and they were all very bright, positive kids who really value the opportunity that the oprhange had given them and are hoping for big things in the future. I hope that it is possible for them to do so in what is a difficult country for people without family to support them.
The end.

Monday 3 December 2007

Chantevy Birthday

Most people have been asking me what having I been doing with my social life, more to the point do I have a girl friend. No girlfirend but i cetainly havent been sitting at home twiddling my thumbs. Not a lot to do in Phnom Penh at night other then drink and drink. One notable night was a birthday party for Chantevy.

(The next paragraph is for the benefit of my sisters and girls I used to work with. Anyone else will find it boring.) When I first came to Cambodia and did my TESOL course, Chantrea was the office girl and general help-with-anything girl. Chantrea (or Trea) is engaged to Steve, An Irish teacher here. Trea's sister, Annie, also goes out with Ryan an American teacher who did the same TESOL course as me here (who also lives in the flat under me). Annie works at a resturant/bar called Howies (no it's not that sort of place). A number of her friends/cousins called Chanthea, Chantevy, Chanritha and Chankunty (and for some reason) Annette also work at Howies. None of whom are my girlfirend (Are we clear?)

Anyway......

Chantevy (or Tevy) had a birthday on the lakeside at a Khmer pontoon resturant. These are local places that are set on pontoons by the side of lake where you can eat and drink. Sounds nice but it is a insect haven and I dont know who ate more; the insects or me. To make up for it they also sell Khmer wine. It takes like cough medicene and is brewed for hours in empty bear stubbies. The following photos are the product of too many wines and mozzie bites.


Jake (another Yank teacher), Steve, Tevy and Trea


Tia and Annie (girlfriend of Ryan)

Jake and Tevy (Birthday Girl)
Howie girls (V for Victory)
Ryan (boyfriend of Annie) and yours truley
Trea and Steve (engaged)

Annette (drunk), Me, Tevy and Jake

Anetter (drunker), Steve and a girl they all call Black Girl (she is dark)
Tevy's parents (looking worried)

Steve (reason for worry)

Trea (further worried)

Birthday cake cutting


Birthday cake eating

Some dirty old man

Yanks conversing


Me, Dara (long time taxi driver) and Jake.