This one time, in Cambodia, I was randomly taken to a funeral. I couldn't understand what anyone was saying. I was fed porridge. It was delicious. I felt like I was the protagonist in a movie where bizarre things happen for dramatic effect or comedic value, but then I remembered it was just my life...
So how did I end up at the funeral? Well, yesterday started out like the day before - biking to work, picking up lunch at a roadside stand, riding through the countryside sitting on sand bags in the back of a truck - but then it changed. Instead of fixing water filters, I found myself at a school assembly in Svaycheck village handing out flip flops to students.
Afterwards, headed back to town, we were stuck behind herds of cattle in the road and then comically thrown in the air as we bounced down an incredibly bumpy dirt path. A while later, connecting back on to the better roads, we traveled under intricately carved gates as we passed temples of equal intricacy, all centuries old.
After a short break, I headed out to Sotheaross' English school to help him teach. A quick motorbike ride later, we arrived to the school in Spien Chhreav village. The school is housed in the space underneath a stilted house, three 'classrooms' made by stringing up tarps. Underneath this house, lots of motivated kids from the village spend their nights working hard to learn English after a long day at school.
After two hours of teaching, we were ready to head back, but then Sotheaross turned left instead of right and said he needed to go by a funeral before heading back to town. And so that's how I randomly ended up at the funeral, eating porridge and being lost in translation on a Friday that started out like any other day. Never a dull moment :)
About Me
- Heather
- A daydream believer on a quest to explore life, the universe, and everything. Check out my photos: http://lifeindrive.shutterfly.com >>> "The longest way round is the shortest way home." (C.S. Lewis) >>> "I don't know where I am going, but I am on my way." (Voltaire) >>> "Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round heads in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules and they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify them, or vilify them. But the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And though some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do." (Apple)