17/04/09
Unfortunately it has come to our last week in Cambodia - however, I'm glad to say that we made the most of it and spent it well. It turned out really well that our last week coincided with Khmer New Year because it meant that we had the opportunity to have a good time with our students and friends at all the parties that were going on before we left.
Khmer New Year is really only a three day holiday from Tuesday to Thursday but of course Monday and Friday get sucked into it too. So, instead of having to teach on Monday, we spent a day enjoying the peace at the Red House.
Tuesday was spent in a similar way except we had to get down to doing some house work since Paa was also on holiday this week. In the evening however she had invited us round to her house for dinner with Saran. Paa lives right by the market so, eating outside the front of her house on a low wooden table which most Khmer houses have, we saw quite a few of our students going by. Sengly also showed up and entertained everybody with his miming skills. We've seen quite a lot of Sengly recently and were wondering if he had stopped going to Epic Arts but apparently they have a 2 week holiday for Khmer New Year. After dinner we went down to the market where, traditionally, there is a village party every night during the celebrations. A music system had been set up and kids were running around with big balloons. Soon enough we were part of a giant game of duck duck goose - although instead of running around the circle on your own, the person next to you had to run with you as well. Then of course we were engulfed into the whirlpool-like mob of people dancing around a table. The phrase 'work hard, play hard' sums up Khmer work ethic pretty well - except you could say they put a bit more emphasis on 'play hard'. By the time we got home we were pretty exhausted (although perhaps more from the 15 minutes of trying to kick-start the moto into life as usual).
We'd bought bus tickets to Phnom Penh on Thursday so we decided we'd give ourselves the whole of Wednesday to pack and do last minute things. However, at 8am I got a call from Phirom asking if we'd go to his house for a party at 5pm. Although we had to be up early the next morning to catch the bus, we didn't want to miss out on our last chance to see Phirom and some of our other Youth Team friends so we said we'd come for a couple of hours. By about 2pm we'd just gathered together everything we wanted to give to CLC or keep at the Red House when I got a call from Lalin saying that Phirom had asked if we'd come for 3pm instead. We still hadn't packed our own luggage yet but reckoned we could do it when we got back. So we went at 3pm with Lalin and soon enough the rest of the Youth Team showed up hawling tables and installing the sound system. Unfortunately we could only stay for a couple of hours so when we left at about 6pm the proper party hadn't even started yet. However, we had a pretty good pre-party time with Bo, Lalin, Phirom, Ramit and a few other Youth Team friends. Phirom even fished out some English music which he'd been given by a previous volunteer so we sat around the table eating minced beef rice pancakes and salad, joking around with our friends and listening to American Pie and John Lennon. Nice :)
We arrived back at the CVTC to the wonderful news that tonight there was no electricity. Urrr...so we will pack our bags how exactly? So I called Chaney, the guard's wife and voice box (strangely he doesn't talk to us) and, although I didn't understand half of what she said, managed to arrange for electricity - phew! Back at the Red House we took our bags off their hooks on the wall where they'd been for 3 months to discover that Tom's was absolutely seething with ants. Oh yay. Eventually locating some bug spray we managed to get rid of them all after about half an hour. Then we saw another zip all along the bottom of the bag and opened it to find yet another cavern of ants. Having used up about half of our electricity time we finally got to work doing actual packing when suddenly the lights went off again. Ayoh! So, another phone call to Chaney - this time I had no idea what she was saying so I had to call Theary to ask him to call her. Anyway, eventually we got electricity again and in fact it stayed on way past the usual time so we got everything sorted. What a calamity...
The next morning Paa and her sister Sitat came by to help us get ourselves and our bags to the bus. Chaney and her husband came along with their moto as well so, at 8am we rode in our little convoy of 3 motos for the last time away from the Red House to the main road and got on the bus. As the bus set off and we waved down to Paa and Sitat it felt like we were leaving behind a place that had really come to feel like home. Despite all our differences we made some very close friends who we'll never forget and will always welcome us back if we came to visit again. Everyone always says that the more you put in, the more you get out - I feel like we put quite a lot of effort into getting the most out of our experience and although it was pretty tiring at times - the teaching and the general lifestyle - it definately paid off and when we look back at what we've been through I have to admit that we feel very proud of having done it :)
Friday 17th April, 5am: two UWCSEA gappies, 1 Vy and just under 60kg of luggage squeeze into a tuk tuk at the Bridges Across Borders office. A squashed 30 minutes later we all arrived at Phnom Penh airport and flew back to Singapore...