Talking to the tuk-tuk drivers is interesting. We are learning words like "right" and "left" and "stop here" to help navigate the town. Some of the drivers speak English really well and others can barely communicate with us, hence the urgency to learn simple directions. Our building has a driver contracted to us who speaks well and drives a motorcycle, not a scooter, so we arrive at our destinations much quicker than our friends. It is just a matter of time before I buy a moto as they are called here, a Cambodian drivers license costs $35 and there is no test required - along with no test means no true rules of the road, it's like Mad Max at times out there - see the video below.
When I see Khmer written I think it is rather pretty, if not at times beautiful. Since nearly all of my students are Buddhist, and I have those leanings in my personal philosophy on life, I am going to have one of them write out a Buddhist phrase I like a lot in some really nice script and when I travel back to the states next summer, I'll have that tattooed as a band below the dragon on my left leg. I can see how some of the art here could inspire a few more tattoos.
one of my classes
view of the high school campus
view outside my classroom
view walking through my classroom and to the quad
a drive out to the country
walking a trail with colleagues to tour a rural village where some of our students live
kids started following us as we passed their houses
this house was abandoned after the floods last year
a statue in town
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