My rest of my last day was a true Asian day in that it was a bit of a fizzle out: Khmer lesson, interesting but a few misunderstandings by some people. Then the Apsara dance school, only Elsa and I went, the others went to the market again. The Apsara dance is very painful to those of us without yoga bodies, I did my bit but then sat the rest out. There were also builders in to deal with the woodworm in the building so it was a bit chaotic. I ended up saying goodbye to Sython on the kerbside outside. I sent him a text too though (and have just received a reply). Out with a whimper!
This is the monkey dance boy.
Treated myself to dinner at the Blue Pumpkin later however; finally met the volunteers from Apt 5 and 6, who were really interesting, including a nice northern Irish doctor who lives in Aberdeen, working in the stae hospital (no facilities or coherent training to speak of, one doctor who qualified in France), a guy from Jordan doing dentistry who is observing Ramadan and a woman doing a human rights internship who was interesting but fairly depressing (it going to be utterly unfair) about the election prospects of the CNRP. Nice evening. When I asked Sython what exactly he's hoping for for the CNRP it turns out they are hoping for at least 20 more seats in the National Assembly. Highly unlikely according to this lady, who is only allowed to take photos and write reports and has to keep very low profile at rallies, absolutely nothing else or it's jail!
A small boy at the crossroads wanted this cap of Sython's so badly. He tried to grab it as the tuk-tuk rolled off. Thank god I hung onto it. The crossroads children carry feather dusters to pretend to clean the dust off tuk-tuks while waiting at the lights.
Projects Abroad has been pushing me a bit as regards my dates re Koh Rong Samleon Island - Chammy phoned me this afternoon and announced there was no bed for me on the Island as the bungalows were full up! What, because they keep shunting people to make way for those who 'only want to visit for a few days' ? I had to insist and magically it was sorted. Not a terribly auspicious start and I'm starting to imagine the island is a bit 'train station' with all the people supposedly dropping in to 'visit'! I also don't like everyone talking about MY Desert Island. :) Is this what I came so far for? I guess we'll see...
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