somesaypip

Life for an Aussie chick in North West Cambodia. Local work in sports, education and development.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

does coffee count as cooking?

Yesterday my friend was explaining the reasons for his "I don't cook" policy. Single. Male. Cheaper in Cambodia to eat out rather than cooking for one. No time spent in meal preparation. No need to wash dishes. No need to own dishes in the first place.

"But", he added, "I have started making coffee at home since the last time we had this conversation...."


I'm sorry. I get your decision not to cook. Just don't try to tell me that brewing up an expresso counts. Coffee isn't cooking....

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

What Kind of Runner Are You?

1. The Pro Runner

For the pro, running is their passion and their paychecque. They prefer the term “athlete” to “runner”. When it comes to training, goals are often set by the coach. Each training session is especially designed so that over hundreds of hours of training a few seconds may be shaved from the pro’s fastest time. Long-distance pro’s often cross the finish line before the majority of the spectators have finished their Sunday morning latte and made it down to watch the race. This is a shame for potential spectators because the pro is perhaps one of only 0.01% of the population that looks good in lycra pants/ very little shorts. The pro would rather have a massage, snack and nap rather than play Killer Uno. Often heard using the words: “prize money, travel, Olympics, sponsorship…” and “yes coach”.


2. The Challenger

For the challenger, running is a battle. Challengers hate it when people ask them if they jog. They don’t jog; they run. They set their own goals and their greatest hurdle is to keep them high enough to keep them motivated but low enough to be achieved. Each training session has a purpose. There are long runs, speed sessions, hill workouts, progression runs, recovery runs… The Challenger is the group most likely to curse spectators in a distance race, especially if they know they’re off pace. Occasionally, they dare to wear lycra or scandalous shorts on race day but often put on 13% of their body weight within 8 weeks afterwards when they stop being so obsessed with diet and nutrition. They have no idea how anyone would have time for Killer Uno between the commitments of work, training and keeping up a bare minimum of social appearances. Often heard using the phrases: “it’s not painful, just uncomfortable,” and “I can’t believe it… only 97 days until the next marathon.”


3. The Rec Runner

The recreational runner keeps running as a regular part of their life because they enjoy it. They run at the beach, on trails, at the park or just around the block. More likely to train with friends, the rec runner appreciates the bagel, coffee and conversation after the run as much as the training run itself. They will probably sign up for the annual fun run in their city, dragging along as many family members as possible. They’re more likely to “run for a cause” and love a good crowd atmosphere. (Also more likely to use beer as a carb-loading strategy pre-race as well as for re-hydration afterwards.) Many runners in this category are naturally talented runners and may post better times than the challengers. (They just don’t care so much…) The rec runner wouldn’t mind seeing Killer Uno incorporated into a running event…perhaps a game at every mile just to add some fun and variety? Often used hearing the works: “weekend run, trails”… and “Yay! A relay?! Sounds fabulous! Of course I will sign up!”


4. The Non Runner

The non runner is offended that the author seems to be poking fun at Killer Uno. They often enjoy sports, watching the State of Origin religiously. The non runner may also be into sports themselves- soccer, surfing, gym, yoga…. they simply have no desire to run. The non runner secretly wonders when the pro will get a real job (yes, but what are you going to do after London 2012?). They have no idea of why the challenger sacrifices so much for such a seemingly small returns. And think that maybe the rec runner would prefer something a little less sweaty?! The non runner is happy to skip the morning workout, and meet up for the 9:45am coffee and bagel afterwards. Often heard using phrases such as: “Yeah, I went for a jog one day….” & “so how long is a marathon anyway…?!”

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

go gran

In Cambodia, the young take care of the old and the old bless the young. (That's the ideal anyway...) Family obligations stretch vertically through many generations and horizontally to cousins, aunts, uncles and more distant blood relatives.

Yesterday I sat in a taxi next to an 86-year-old woman who totally embodied this duty to bless. I quickly learned she has 4 children, 6 grandchildren and almost 30 great-grandchildren. One of her granddaughters was sitting next to her on the other side...

Many of the grandmother's relatives live on the main road in Poipet, with modest homes and established small businesses. As we passed each house, she pointed it out and told me a little about who lived there. Then she pressed her hands together and left a blessing on that household.

We let grandmother out at another relatives house about 40km out of town. Everyone watched as she drew out a wad of 500 riel notes to pay the fare. The driver seemed impatient. She finally reached the full count (about 20 notes?) , paused for a second, then peeled off one more and gently pressed it into the stranger's palm. But she didn't stop there. She grabbed his shoulders, looked into the young man's eyes and blessed him.

The granddaughter was still in the car; travelling to another town futher away from Poipet. She seemed a little embarrassed, "Look at that! She carries only 500r notes. Really, she's half lost already... gets confused... does strange things."

I was silent. I should have said, "Who cares?! She is 86-years-old and she's your gran! Just soak up all the blessings she wants to pour over your head. And bless me too, grandmother! Bless me too!"

Monday, July 20, 2009

Sunday Run

When I run on the treadmill I usually wear a (A)$150 pair of shoes with a $1.50 pair of socks. Yesterday I forgot my socks. 10km and three little blisters later I have a new appreciation for those Big W socks....

Saturday, July 18, 2009

English Camp

I've written a newsletter about English Camp but wanted to put a few words here too. Last week fifty young people joined our first Poipet English Camp from July 7-9. (There were 30 guys and 20 girls.) Five volunteer teachers from Melbourne, Australia, came to help run the Camp with about the same number of local volunteers signing up. The highlights for me were:

ONE: Enjoying the great atmosphere in the open-air restaurant. It was spacious and perfect for our needs.
TWO: Eating plenty of delicious food.
THREE: Seeing students have fun while learning through games, role plays, drawing, painting etc.
FOUR: Observing Australian teachers and Khmer helpers/ translators work in cooperation to deliver the lessons.
FIVE: Preaching! Yes... I love it ; )
SIX: Reading on the evaluation forms that the only thing that many people said could be improved would be to make the camp longer.
SEVEN: Receiving a report about a once-shy student going back to her regular class and talking "non-stop" about her experiences at camp.
EIGHT: Hearing that some students went to church for the first time the Sunday after the camp.
NINE: Planning for a bible study group for other students who are interested to learn more about faith.
TEN: Watching it all happen... maybe the best moments were when I had time to just sit back and watch it all happen around me.

Let's do another one next year...

Friday, July 10, 2009

compliments

Friday afternoon English class. I'm pretty much cream-crackered after two hectic weeks so....

Today we ditched the textbook and did what a couple of members of the class requested a few days ago- we sang Christmas songs (why not...it's July?!). We did We Wish You A Merry Christmas for an easy song and Away In A Manger for a challenge. I brought a guitar so we sang more or less in tune as we did our best to annoy the class next door that often disturbs us with their LOUD rote learning ; )

At the end of the 1 hour lesson one student declared in front of the rest of the group, "Excuse me, teacher Pip, I just want to say: You sing just like Beyonce." Haha! Love it! I don't even CARE if he was just sucking up to me coz I'm his teacher. This one compliment will carry me through the weekend...

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Sunday, July 05, 2009

a woman walks into a bank...

No joke- my local bank is fabulous. It's still less than two years old and it's a beacon for this nation's development. It's also a fun place to spend some time.

I went to the bank of Friday afternoon because my ATM card wasn't working. Walking through the glass doors into the air-con building, I noticed the normal 13:1 ratio of staff to customers. I took a ticket at the machine and waited patiently for about seven seconds until someone made the screen flash in the customer service area indicating I should go Teller 3. (My usual.)

A short aside... for this next bit to make any sense you need to know that the Khmer has a cute number for a PIN. It's a "secret number". PIN sounds a little cold. A secret-number-mystery-code fits with my Mission Impossible in this Wild West region of Cambodia. Much more exciting!

Back to the story... I explained my ATM issues with the young woman at Teller 3.

She asks: Do you have a PIN (secret number)?
A say: Yes
She asks: Do you remember you PIN?
I reply: Yes... but I can't tell you... because it's a secret.

I grin....and wait for her to roll her eyes, groan or simply say, "You. Are. An Idiot." Instead, she chuckles. In fact, the other staff all burst out laughing like it's the best thing they've heard on a Friday afternoon twenty minutes before closing. One of the other employees gives his commentary just in case anyone missed it, "The foreigner comes in, speaks Khmer and says she can't tell her secret number... because it's a secret. Hahaha!"

Teller 3 works with me through my cash withdrawal problems until my banking ills have been cured. In between we chat and joke around. I leave 40 minutes later feeling very satisfied that a) I've enjoyed the visit b) I've got cash for the next month and c) I've kept my secret.

Friday, July 03, 2009

July already....

It is time for this month's workout plan to be made public. It is.... 44 for 4. My goal is to run at least 44km per week for 4 weeks. And eat more fruit... and lose a little bit of weight... and not sleep in until 7:10 when I have to start work at 7:30... but let's just stick with the 44 for 4 for now. Easy.

Thursday, July 02, 2009

Roxannes Motto

Yesterday Malis and I came back from a 4.5 day trip to Phnom Penh. We brought back:

  • my passport with a new 6 month visa
  • a desktop computer
  • books and teaching resources
  • a box of donated kitchen items (toaster, frypan etc.)
  • 4 packages posted from family and friends over the past couple of months
  • AND a 2-month volunteer!

Roxanne rode up with us wearing a T-shirt that had the word ARMY on the front. It wasn't until we arrived home that I read the back:

I am a soldier of Christ
I will do whatever I can
whenever I can.

Very cool! Roxanne's first assignment in her Poipet tour of duty has been to clean! This morning she helped me with the water tank. Roxanne carried buckets of water out as we emptied the tank and handed in brooms, brushes and bleach... all with a smile on her face. She's already showing her "whatever I can, wherever I can" attitude and I am thankful for the extra set of willing hands!