Team 3 "the small" has gone home (Hi Bex and Dave: hope you're well) and we are taking a short break and have gone away.
Last time we did this, you may remember that we went to Kratie. This was great, but the seven hour coach journey each way was a bit much. This time, we are staying at Boddhi Tree Del Gusto, which is located in an old colonial era house just South of the central part of town.
There are three of these establishments in the city, and we have now dined in all of them. However, this is the first time that we have stayed in one.
It i very nice, the room is very colonial (French) and the service is friendly. It is just a shame that the only white wine that they have is Chilean chardonnay.
Now, we didn't choose this place because they have Argentinian Torrontes on the winelist, but wine that is actually drinkable (and not chardonnay or merlot) is hard to come by out here, and it certainly influenced us.
Still, it is very nice, and I highly recommnd it as a place to stay, should you find yourself in these parts. Although a mention should be made of the delightful and newly opened Coco Tree, a hundred yards North of Tuol Sleng. Excellent food.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Kreung
Kreung is the basis for most Khmer dishes. It is a spice mix made of the following:
Generally, the food here is not what you might call highly spicy. It has a balance of spice flavours, which comes from the balance of the kreung. And of course the huge lumps of chilli they can add when daft westerners who equate heat with authenticity, ask for it.
- dried chilli
- galangel
- lemongress
- kaffir leaves
- shallots
- garlic
- shrimp paste
Generally, the food here is not what you might call highly spicy. It has a balance of spice flavours, which comes from the balance of the kreung. And of course the huge lumps of chilli they can add when daft westerners who equate heat with authenticity, ask for it.
Flags
There are an assembly of flags running the length of the riverfront here in Phnom Penh.
Last week, I was being quizzed about the identity of them. Seems that I am accepted as being wize beyond all others. Actually, I was also told that I was wrong a few times (so why ask me, huh?) coz they were obviously all alphabetically arranged. Actually, I pointed out, the Belgium flag was next top the Russia flag, so not that alphabetical, then.
However, there was one flag that I don't think I have ever seen before. Any guesses?
White, yellow and red horizontal stripes. It was between Sweden and Turkey, if that helps.Friday, March 7, 2008
Heffalump
We've just taken Team 3 to the airport, and waved goodbye to them. Now we're taking a bit of a breather before debriefing tomorrow. We were having a drink and a waffle at a cafe, when Rob got a text message from our country manager ordering him to enjoy time with me, so we're now in separate internet cubicles, checking email and taking care of various online things, just to be contrary.
The e-conversation running about Ivor the Engine on the Sanctus1 list is making us very, very homesick.
Although it should be pointed out that during a round of Famous Elephants last week, Rob and I had the crucial edge of knowing that there's an elephant in Ivor the Engine. She's called Alice.
Famous elephants is the game invented on the spur of the moment by our resident jester, and consists of taking turns to name, well, there's a clue there. Any literary, real or well-known elephant is allowed, although I decided against trying to get away with 'one of the thousand elephants that a Cecil B De Mille film famously contained' and stuck to Elmer's friends instead (there wouldn't be much to the story of Elmer the patchwork elephant if there weren't also lots of grey ones.)
This all came about because it turned out one of our team volunteers was mad about elephants. We have therefore taken a ride on Sambo the Wat Phnom elephant (He is 48 years old, and was discovered in Phnom Penh after the Khmer Rouge were driven out in 1980. What he was doing there, we do not know. Now he takes tourists for fifteen minute rides around a small hill.) Pictures will doubtless follow. It is a very strange experience standing on an elephant's neck (in order to get to the howdah) - one feels very unwilling to hurt the elephant. Once riding, the motion is much like being at sea, while having branches slap you in the face. Afterwards we fed him exorbitantly priced bananananas, and having an elephant's trunk come curling round at you scouting for nanas is a truly strange experience that I thoroughly recommend: I never knew before quite how alien the end of an elephant's trunk looked.
Things to do before I die number 34: ride an elephant. Check!
The e-conversation running about Ivor the Engine on the Sanctus1 list is making us very, very homesick.
Although it should be pointed out that during a round of Famous Elephants last week, Rob and I had the crucial edge of knowing that there's an elephant in Ivor the Engine. She's called Alice.
Famous elephants is the game invented on the spur of the moment by our resident jester, and consists of taking turns to name, well, there's a clue there. Any literary, real or well-known elephant is allowed, although I decided against trying to get away with 'one of the thousand elephants that a Cecil B De Mille film famously contained' and stuck to Elmer's friends instead (there wouldn't be much to the story of Elmer the patchwork elephant if there weren't also lots of grey ones.)
This all came about because it turned out one of our team volunteers was mad about elephants. We have therefore taken a ride on Sambo the Wat Phnom elephant (He is 48 years old, and was discovered in Phnom Penh after the Khmer Rouge were driven out in 1980. What he was doing there, we do not know. Now he takes tourists for fifteen minute rides around a small hill.) Pictures will doubtless follow. It is a very strange experience standing on an elephant's neck (in order to get to the howdah) - one feels very unwilling to hurt the elephant. Once riding, the motion is much like being at sea, while having branches slap you in the face. Afterwards we fed him exorbitantly priced bananananas, and having an elephant's trunk come curling round at you scouting for nanas is a truly strange experience that I thoroughly recommend: I never knew before quite how alien the end of an elephant's trunk looked.
Things to do before I die number 34: ride an elephant. Check!
Sunday, March 2, 2008
And finally - some pictures
So, the moment you've all been waiting for. Pictures of the house-building.
Team 2, in front of the second house, before we started to dismantle it.
Preparing the timber frames.
The best way to move materials around the site. Note the old house in the background: we picked it up and carried it to this location, to clear the site for construction. It finally collapsed last week.Also visible, is Sarath, our driver and all round hero.
The frames go up. This is heavy work. Heavy. Very heavy.
Team 2, in front of the second house, before we started to dismantle it.Preparing the timber frames.The best way to move materials around the site. Note the old house in the background: we picked it up and carried it to this location, to clear the site for construction. It finally collapsed last week.The frames go up. This is heavy work. Heavy. Very heavy. The roof tiles are on, and the walls are going up. Not shown, is Myn, who has been responsible for getting the wall panels painted in good time to dry and be put up. And then painting them again, once they are up.
The best "before & after" shot around. This is the Second house that we built, alongside the third house, as it was before we took it down. Actually, we more or less nudged it, and it fell down. We are currently half way through building the new house on its site.
The best "before & after" shot around. This is the Second house that we built, alongside the third house, as it was before we took it down. Actually, we more or less nudged it, and it fell down. We are currently half way through building the new house on its site.That'll do. I've got hundreds of pictures, and not all of them are completely dull. However, this should give you a taste of how we build a house in two weeks.
'Tis the season
I've jst read a post on the Sanctus-1 blog from Fat Roland, about giving up stuf for Lent.
It's Lent? Oh Bugger.
That's the kind of thing that can pass you by out here: there's no seasonal carpet-bombing of advertising to remind you of the things that you should be buying, wearing, investing in, eating or drinking. What advertising there is, is static, so I know (for example) that drinking Guinness will "reveal the true you", drinking Courvoisier will make young women want to stand around me, while I recline in my smoking jacket, and that smoking some brand or other of cigarettes will make me seem effortlessly European.
But chocolate eggs, heart shaped candy and the like, pass me completely by.
I suppose I have given up my job for Lent. Does that count?
It's Lent? Oh Bugger.
That's the kind of thing that can pass you by out here: there's no seasonal carpet-bombing of advertising to remind you of the things that you should be buying, wearing, investing in, eating or drinking. What advertising there is, is static, so I know (for example) that drinking Guinness will "reveal the true you", drinking Courvoisier will make young women want to stand around me, while I recline in my smoking jacket, and that smoking some brand or other of cigarettes will make me seem effortlessly European.
But chocolate eggs, heart shaped candy and the like, pass me completely by.
I suppose I have given up my job for Lent. Does that count?
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