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But I've learned.  Next time will be better, honest and truly.  Let me tell you why it's stupid.  The route it monopolized by Bangkok Airways.  As such it is one of the most expensive flights, for time in air, in the world.  Yay for me.  Now let me go on to further explain why it's stupid, and why I almost tossed my return ticket.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThere is a 25USD departure tax for flying out of the country.  A bus ticket is less than this tax would have been.  A return bus ticket is less.  A Tuk-Tuk costs five dollars to the airport.  I have paid 30USD to fly out, when I could have paid 11 for a bus ticket.  This is, of course, on top of the hundreds spent on the ticket itself.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut hey, who's counting, right?  I'll know better for next time. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ESure the bus is 11 hours, but it's air conditioned, and they give you food.  And the seats recline. And at the boarder you're provided a taxi for connections.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EMy flight is only thirty five minutes in the air but you need to get to the airport early, and wait for baggage claim.  All in all my total transport time from hostel to hostel will be about five hours.  Less, but not three hundred dollars less, is all I'm saying.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen I meet noodle lady, and get a bowl of her delicious food, all will be good and right in the world once more.  Though I'll now pine for the sausage rice that will forever be absent from my heart.  Oh G5,6 on road No9 I'll miss you so.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd to make matters worse Boidna (who I am now sure is not named Boidna, but the Bo is part of it) was busy today.  So he sent a replacement driver for me.  No parting picture!  No ability for me to tip him for a week that would have been lacking without him!  I couldn't leave the tip with the hostel, or with the new driver.  I was sure he'd never see it.  I was quite disheartened was we drove through the streets one final time.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EYes I had saved some money by not tipping – but it was an upsetting windfall on my part.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd then into the airport.  Look – Siem Reap airport is sweet.  You'd not believe it.  Free wifi, free internet terminals, clear, well lit, lots of neat shops, good food (though kinda pricey compared with the world outside) but if you have a beard – watch out.  You will be touched.  A lot!\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe first touching came when I was going through security.  The girl manning the x-ray asked how long I'd had it, “ohh so long, so long!  Nice sir.”  And then she requested to touch it.  Sure, why not?  Appease the security people.  Every now and then I get this at airports, or in 'real life' so it's all good.  But then customs control, the uniformed official there responded in much the same manner.  Sure give it a tug you delightfully armed man you, and yes I do shampoo it.  Conditioner too, when supplies allow.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut then I went into a shop.  And there I had a third run in.  The employee, absolutely drunk (wreaking of booze) came up to me.  He too wanted to touch, and almost didn't ask.  But then caught himself.  For how drunk he must have been, he was still rather well composed.  Good on him.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EQuestions were asked, more so than my two previous sober gropers.  “I don't want to ask you personal question sir... [beat] ok – but how does you apply for a job with it?”  And then we talked about teaching for some time.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EEverything I said he was incredibly interested in.  I wonder how his manager felt about these shenanigans, or if it's just protocol to have a few glasses of scotch (from the duty free, perhaps?) before going on shift.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen I asked if his store sold earrings he was profoundly apologetic that they did not, but “thank you so much for coming here sir.  Thank you so much for looking through our shop!  Sorry we do not have those.  But thank you.  And nice long beard sir!”  I will miss him and his drunken antics.  And sadly, having vowed never to fly through this airport again, I know in my heart our paths will never cross paths.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ESigh.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd then I waited for my flight to board.  More reading was involved.  And hoping that my Thai Visa allowed for multiple entry.  Things could get very interesting if it didn't.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWell the flight went well, and as it turns out, I was allowed back into the country.  So all was right and well in the world.  I have a brand new purple triangular thirty day tourist visa.  Which actually confuses me.  Did they mess up?  Or do you always get a new thirty days if you leave the country?  There's no thirty days a year thing going on here?  I'd like to come back to this art of the world, so I'll need to check up on visa regulations, and not just leave it to chance like I did this time.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut – back in the country I am, and I took the familiar bus back to the hostel I stayed at where I was greeted warmly, an with confusion by the staff who claimed I had made no reservation, only to then find a print out on the counter with my name on it, that they had clearly got out earlier in the day.  Good times were had, and noodle lady was visited.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt was a return to the world of 7-11s and late night dvds.  Rather than bed by nine or ten.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn related news I'm not sure if I love or hate 500 Days of Summer.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt's strange coming back to a place you know – and having it be so similar but different from where you were.  Walking through 7-11, I saw a child and immediately tried to look away, but it was too late, eyes were locked.  And then I realized that it wasn't to be a problem.  This child had nothing to sell me.  Then I went eating my dinner at the noodle lady table, and reflected on how nice it was to have a peaceful meal – only to have my outstretched leg run over by a scooter.  How soon we forget.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ETomorrow I hope to accept that I will sweat, it will be gross, but so be it – there's so much more to this city that needs to be explored.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI'll have to set my alarm too – no work site to get me up anymore.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cobject width=\"425\" height=\"344\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/6375tJd244c\u0026hl=en\u0026fs=1\"\u003E\u003C\/param\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"\u003E\u003C\/param\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowscriptaccess\" value=\"always\"\u003E\u003C\/param\u003E\u003Cembed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/6375tJd244c\u0026hl=en\u0026fs=1\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowscriptaccess=\"always\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" width=\"425\" height=\"344\"\u003E\u003C\/embed\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.oneyeartrip.com\/feeds\/2758432987226536013\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.oneyeartrip.com\/2010\/01\/rep-bkk-stupid.html#comment-form","title":"1 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4453582688315838952\/posts\/default\/2758432987226536013"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4453582688315838952\/posts\/default\/2758432987226536013"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.oneyeartrip.com\/2010\/01\/rep-bkk-stupid.html","title":"REP -\u003E BKK = STUPID"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"oneyeartrip.com"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/02942033055663818067"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S1cxQb2BioI\/AAAAAAAABws\/9U4lyZJUgew\/s72-c\/IMG_5509.JPG","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"1"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4453582688315838952.post-5892365094823631947"},"published":{"$t":"2010-01-20T10:23:00.002-05:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2010-01-20T10:26:01.380-05:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"asia"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Cambodia"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"rtw09"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"siem reap"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Cambodia Kids and Geography Skills"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S1cgdhjhDjI\/AAAAAAAABwk\/dZPHifYURqs\/s1600-h\/IMG_5508.JPG\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S1cgdhjhDjI\/AAAAAAAABwk\/dZPHifYURqs\/s320\/IMG_5508.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428843567414054450\" border=\"0\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003EHave I mentioned the Geography skills of the Siem Reap children?  If I have, I'm sure I didn't do it justice.  These kids are fact retaining geniuses.  And it's all part of their game to sell you postcards, photocopied books, or bracelets.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EBy this point in travelling I've gotten over my annoyance at them, and I've started to have some fun.  The same type of fun that I intended to have with the gypsies in Europe if ever they came back to me once I'd made my own informative postcard for them (check my France posts for more information on this.)\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe wee little darlings (back to the Cambodian Kids, not the Gypsies here) will come up to you and try to sell you things.  If you don't respond they'll ask where you're from.  I'd been told this was a trap, but at some point you just need to know how it plays out.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EKid: Where you from?\u003Cbr \/\u003EMistah Bee: America\u003Cbr \/\u003EKid: America, capital – Washington D.C.,  president – Barak Obama\u003Cbr \/\u003EMB: Actually I'm from Australia\u003Cbr \/\u003EKid: Capital – [insert capital here, you know, the boring one?  Starts with a C I think?], president [hell if I can remember], population [sounded right].\u003Cbr \/\u003EMB: What if I told you I was from Germany?  Canada?  Sweden?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd so it went on, with this child being able to tell me oh so much about oh so many places.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAt the end I refused to buy from him.  When he asked why, I told him – because then you won't go to school, and you'll have no life outside of selling.  The more people that buy from you, the more you'll be entrapped.  He'd heard all this before, of course, and changed to the “I don't have money for school” line – but this is a lie.  School is free.  Then he admitted that was true (this is a rookie mistake – never admit you were lying if you plan to continue) and told me that he would be going to school tomorrow, there was no school today.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI saw him the same time the next day, “Would you like to buy a postca... oh it's you?” and then he ran away.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut these kips – smart as whips, if whips are to be considered smart.  And yet here he is, retaining knowledge that would win him thousands on North American game shows, but will do nothing for his life.  What are his choices?  To make enough money selling trinkets for his family, so he can – do what with his life?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt's a hard choice.  I didn't buy into his, “you buy me food then?” line either.  But if you do anything, choose this option.  He will eat with you, you know your money goes to something worthwhile.  Just be cautious, as he has friends around the corner that will try to come and join.  “Just a dollar more, just a dollar more.”  Still – it's not so bad?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt's these little street scenes that I think I'll miss most about Siem Reap.  But I know that I'll be back here.  And maybe sooner rather than later (though I need to know how long I need to be out of country before I can enter with another tourist visa.)  There is so much more to this country that I think two weeks, three even, would be required to properly explore.  Having spent my time at the temples already, Siem Reap may only be worth a couple of nights, to share the experience with whomever travels with me then.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EOdds are most people won't stand for three days of temple crawling.  And this will fit my finances perfectly.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI shall miss the tuk-tuk drivers yelling at me to jump in their cart, so as I can be transported far away... right as I'm sitting down in a restaurant.  I mean, really people, has this ever worked?  And oh how I would have liked to have been there when it did.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI'll miss the people in the markets humming and hawing over all sorts of ridiculous clothes that they'll probably never wear outside their one week abroad.  Think of the people who buy kilts in Scotland and wear them while they're there – thinking it makes them blend in?  How many more chances do you reckon they'll have in their life to don it again?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd I shall miss Blue Pumpkin, which waned in the final days – but was still a delight that I was glad to have come across.   That an Ice cream cost more than two meals still rubbed me wrong.  And I shall miss the meals.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI left the hostel but once today, and it was for the purpose of nourishment.  I spent the morning into early afternoon reading – finishing The Two Towers, you'll be glad to know.  And then I headed out to grab fried rice with sausage, and friend spring rolls, with a mango shake.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor mango shake, think smoothie.  And the spring rolls?  It wasn't that they tasted good, as much as the sauce, of which I have no clue how it was created, was amazing.  And the fried rice with sausage?  I have had this three or four times this week.  And I will miss it sorely.  It is the best fried rice I've ever had.  If it were laid down beside Combo C – well... I'd have to think about it.  Combo C would win my heart at first, being so long from my belly, but after a few meals of it, I would switch back to the rice with sausage.  Combo C would no longer be the clear winner than it had been for the past many years.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ECombo C...\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThis sausage is the most delicious pork I've ever had.  And I've had pork in many delicious forms, I'll tell you what.  To this point the best pork came in the form of a pulled pork burger created by none other than world famous (well city famous (well... house famous)) Matty P.  But on the day I bit into this one dollar fifty cent meal – all that changed.  It was a paradigm shift of flavour explosions.  A new challenger had appeared, and from Cambodia it reigned.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWith my belly full, I retired back to the hostel, where I began reading my next novel (To Sail Beyond the Sunset.)  Any novel that begins with someone waking up, having found a dead body beside them is aok in my book.  And being written by Heinlein, who wrote my favourite book (Starship Troopers – I make no excuses here) I was quite delighted to finally break into something else that he'd written.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAt five thirty I closed the book, grabbed a balcony pack, and sat down in the hostel to watch The Killing Fields.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt seemed a good place to watch such a movie.  Is it wrong that I found it somewhat boring though?  Having little to do with the Khmer Rouge and more to do with an American journalist, I felt that I was missing out on some of the education I had expected from it.  Was it a good movie?  M'eh, it was alright.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI would have liked to know more about the Khmer Rouge rise to power, and their downfall, and the economy of a country that quite literally has no currency.  What I did learn was the USA bombed Cambodia, a journalist stayed, as did his Cambodian counterpart.  USA evacuated, the journalist and Cambodian stayed.  They hid in the French embassy.  Due to the inability to get a fake passport photo, the counterpart was sent away.  The American won an award.  After three minutes of seeing the Cambodian toil in the Khmer Rouge fields as a slave labourer he escapes, and is reunited with his family.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt was this toiling that I would have liked to learn more about – and what I really do think should have been the focus of the movie, more than the American writing letters, and winning prizes.  But there it is, there you have it.  Any movie then that showed Americas war crimes was going above and beyond for the time.  So one can't complain that much.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd then I read some more, and headed to bed.  My final night in the country.  And my stay?  Enjoyable.  I really do wish I'd managed to see more of the country.  But that time will come, I feel quite sure of it."},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.oneyeartrip.com\/feeds\/5892365094823631947\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.oneyeartrip.com\/2010\/01\/cambodia-kids-and-geography-skills.html#comment-form","title":"1 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4453582688315838952\/posts\/default\/5892365094823631947"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4453582688315838952\/posts\/default\/5892365094823631947"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.oneyeartrip.com\/2010\/01\/cambodia-kids-and-geography-skills.html","title":"Cambodia Kids and Geography Skills"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"oneyeartrip.com"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/02942033055663818067"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S1cgdhjhDjI\/AAAAAAAABwk\/dZPHifYURqs\/s72-c\/IMG_5508.JPG","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"1"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4453582688315838952.post-6676015583310711129"},"published":{"$t":"2010-01-18T05:29:00.005-05:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2010-01-27T07:34:19.807-05:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"asia"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Cambodia"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"chong khneas"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"rtw09"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"siem reap"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"The Floating Village of Chong Khneas"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S1Q4s-5CnVI\/AAAAAAAABwE\/rPkWuWUAYU0\/s1600-h\/IMG_5443.JPG\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S1Q4s-5CnVI\/AAAAAAAABwE\/rPkWuWUAYU0\/s320\/IMG_5443.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428025796335934802\" border=\"0\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003EA few miles outside of Siem Reap floats the Vietnamese village of Chong Khneas.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt's a short tuk-tuk ride through the more inhabited, less marketed, part of the city to the docks.  On the way you'll pass house after raised house.  I've often wondered why some of the houses are on stilts.  I assumed that it was for when the rainy season brings the water levels up, significantly.  But you soon notice that while some houses are elevated, their neighbours are not.  This is reason enough to give pause.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EVillagers pass through the morning motions, hanging laundry to dry, and setting out for their daily grind, whatever it may be.  Dogs lay with their heads on the pavement, for reasons that are beyond me.  The move not even at passing vehicles.  They would appear dead, if not for the slow rhythmic movements from their breathing.  And their still-three-dimensionality.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EBuildings fade away, replaced by farms where men toil in the fields, often bending down behind the tall grasses for stretches of time, before returning – seemingly victorious.  Then the farms give way, as waters overcome and a fishing village begins to enter into view.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt is there that the tuk-tuk will stop, and you will get out and head down to the docks.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ELet us just say, that it is a good thing I have given up my penny pinching ways here in Cambodia.  Were this Bangkok I may have argued, pretended to walk away, been huffy, and eventually refused to buy a ticket, were I met with the price I was met with here.  But, what is an extra seven dollars, really?  Here it's three days worth of meals, but honestly, what is it to me?   So I handed over my ridiculous fee to hire a boat, and climbed on board, hopping from concrete dock, to floating tire, then from the front of one boat onto the next, until I had come to the brightly painted monstrosity that would be my ride for the morning.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EA wooden shell, with chairs set on the floor inside.  I was offered to drive for a moment, but I looked at the steering wheel, connected to ropes, which eventually connected to dragged out coat hangers, which controlled the directionality of our movement.  I wondered if this was one of the tourist scams – let them drive, have it break, and then they must pay to fix it.  So while I would have liked to, I stayed away.  I had been warned about this village so close to the tourist centre.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ESome people will tell you that you're not getting the full experience at Chong Khneas, but I think that they're just elitist snobs, and not worth paying much attention to.  It would be like saying you didn't see Victoria Falls unless you saw them from Zimbabwe.  True, they are lesser in Zimbabwe, but you're still seeing the same waters cascading over the same rock.  You're just not being splashed.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ESo, while there are other floating villages with less tourists, you need only wake up earlier and beat the rush.  7:00 put me there just as the light was filling the sky, and just as the other hotel dwellers were setting up for their morning shower, still an hour from reaching this location.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cobject width=\"425\" height=\"344\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/MpOHkpaMOfk\u0026hl=en\u0026fs=1\"\u003E\u003C\/param\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"\u003E\u003C\/param\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowscriptaccess\" value=\"always\"\u003E\u003C\/param\u003E\u003Cembed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/MpOHkpaMOfk\u0026hl=en\u0026fs=1\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowscriptaccess=\"always\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" width=\"425\" height=\"344\"\u003E\u003C\/embed\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S1Q4t8Rm3_I\/AAAAAAAABwc\/pka_Bqi0p7g\/s1600-h\/IMG_5496.JPG\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S1Q4t8Rm3_I\/AAAAAAAABwc\/pka_Bqi0p7g\/s320\/IMG_5496.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428025812813537266\" border=\"0\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003EWe boated out of the harbour to the village's beginning.  Not very clad men were fishing with nets at the water's edge.  Then the floating houses came into view.  From the water you can see just through their doorway, in what will turn out to be over an hour of slightly distressing voyeurism.  It's said that your boat ticket price feeds into the local economy and gets distributed through the village, but...\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe houses have electricity either from generators, or from lines.  This electricity is used to power their tvs that the locals watch while lounging in their hammocks.  Clearly life is not all that different floating on the water.  Some people will be out on the edge of their dock, property, or what have you, going through the same motions as those on dry land.  Still – the act of hanging clothes to dry, while precariously positioned on a foot wide plank of wood is slightly more interesting than the same actions anywhere else.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe tour continued, as we past floating pigs (“look, look,” my guide said, smacking my arm – an action that would happen far too many times, and become slightly off putting, and potentially bruising, “floating pig! Floating pig!”)  His excitement was genuine, and as he pointed out every one we past, with an arm smack, I assume these are his favourite things to see on the water.  A floating pig is very much what you'd expect – a pig floating on the water.  Not swimming, mind you, but kept afloat in its very own floating pig pen.  It will be, not long, before he's turned into some delicious floating sausage.  I can say, without a doubt, that Cambodia has had the best sausage I've ever had anywhere in the world.  Sorry Italy.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThis very much is a floating village.  Everything here floats – there is a floating Korean restaurant, a floating basketball court, floating markets, floating schools.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S1Q4tO5W1KI\/AAAAAAAABwM\/dRRY33kiD1E\/s1600-h\/IMG_5451.JPG\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S1Q4tO5W1KI\/AAAAAAAABwM\/dRRY33kiD1E\/s320\/IMG_5451.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428025800632226978\" border=\"0\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003EWe headed to one of the floating markets where a little girl was paddling around in a bucket with a three foot long water snake.  It is official, little Asian girls can be far more terrifying than little Caucasian girls (wearing white dresses or not.)  And when they're paddling around in buckets with snakes, not talking, only staring...  Well I'm glad it was dawn and not dusk.  That's all I can say.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ECrocodiles were being farmed on this floating market, “they make great boots, and bags!  You want to buy one?”  It also housed some pythons, for similar purposes, I'm sure, and had detailed explanations about the fishing industry.  I bought an overpriced soda to compensate for this floating experience.  And then we carried on.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe place we reached next was the only scam that I came across on this trip.  The mysterious boat breakdown that doesn't get fixed until you buy something from the nearby shops never occurred, but here was most definitely a scam.  Before heading to the floating school, you stop at another floating market which sells school supplies – the idea being that you buy some and give them to the teacher.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EHere's the thing – I saw a bundle of twenty notebooks, and when I asked how much it was to buy them, I was told it was fifteen dollars.  Fifteen dollars for twenty notebooks.  I laughed, I couldn't help it.  And how much for the pencils?  Five dollars for ten, indeed?  So I emptied out my Cambodian currency – which equated for about two dollars and fifty cents.  It bought me five pens.  What I want to know is how this scam works:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen the school gets the goods, do they only get what you buy them, or do they return the objects for a cut of the profits?  Or is this one market getting rich off of tourists thinking they're helping a school?  Because here's the thing – I could have bought those notebooks for a third of the price back home.  I could have bought the pencils at a significantly reduced price, and the pens for much cheaper as well.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen I'm in South East Asia paying more for something than I would back home, I try to discover what's going on.  My driver was encouraging me to, “just buy one pack of books, and twenty pencils.  Would bring much joy, I think.”  Yeah – no kidding.  To the shop keepers that would get twenty five dollars of my money.  Twenty five dollars is enough money to feed someone for a month here, if not longer.  It's long enough to feed me for two weeks, eating at restaurants.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ESo the scam – I would really like to know what is going on.  It pains me to think that the school only gets what they are given, and that this shop is making more money than anyone in this part of the world has any right to make off of such false pretenses.  It's worse, I think, than the children who are rented out by orphanages here...  Not as bad as the special needs babies that are rented in China though to help with begging.  That's the worst I've heard about.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut I moved the ball to their court.  “Ten thousand, that's all I have.  What can I get for ten thousand?” I asked, holding out the bills, and then adding the words that were passed my way so often during these last few moments, “after all, it's for the children.”\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut the shop keeper would not budge.  I received five pens.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cobject width=\"425\" height=\"344\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/ILtp1AOWsQM\u0026hl=en\u0026fs=1\"\u003E\u003C\/param\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"\u003E\u003C\/param\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowscriptaccess\" value=\"always\"\u003E\u003C\/param\u003E\u003Cembed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/ILtp1AOWsQM\u0026hl=en\u0026fs=1\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowscriptaccess=\"always\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" width=\"425\" height=\"344\"\u003E\u003C\/embed\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S1Q4tncv2oI\/AAAAAAAABwU\/0Bqv2if66_Q\/s1600-h\/IMG_5466.JPG\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S1Q4tncv2oI\/AAAAAAAABwU\/0Bqv2if66_Q\/s320\/IMG_5466.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428025807223118466\" border=\"0\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003EAnd then off to the floating school.  There I presented my five pens to the teacher who got up to receive them, and took two pictures of the students.  Some dove out of the way.  And I wondered just what school must be like for these children, constantly interrupted.  Still – it must become part of their concept of school, not knowing anything other.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI also did a quick glance around the room for the notebooks that where for sale at the shop.  They existed nowhere.  Now there will be boats of ten people each coming to this shop and then this classroom.  There will be dozens of them a day.  People will fall for the trap and buy the notebooks.  But they were nowhere to be seen.  Which makes me think, hope, that the goods are returned, profits are shared, and the same items are sold and resold constantly.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut I do not know.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIf one was just to say to me, “look, we need money for the school, and here's how it works,” I'd be a lot more likely to give.  But I assume this is the best method, otherwise they wouldn't do it.  And like I sad – two dollars and fifty cents is quite a lot in this part of the world, so... hopefully the children see something from it, aside from five pens.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cobject width=\"425\" height=\"344\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/YaLE_6Vmr_U\u0026hl=en\u0026fs=1\"\u003E\u003C\/param\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"\u003E\u003C\/param\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowscriptaccess\" value=\"always\"\u003E\u003C\/param\u003E\u003Cembed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/YaLE_6Vmr_U\u0026hl=en\u0026fs=1\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowscriptaccess=\"always\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" width=\"425\" height=\"344\"\u003E\u003C\/embed\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S1Q4st7tQJI\/AAAAAAAABv8\/yBlDmiy-L0o\/s1600-h\/IMG_5431.JPG\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S1Q4st7tQJI\/AAAAAAAABv8\/yBlDmiy-L0o\/s320\/IMG_5431.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428025791783714962\" border=\"0\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003EAnd then we made our way back, my arm stinging with reminders of how many more floating pigs we came across.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe way back would also give insight into how the village moves with the seasons.  When the water level is down, houses make their way further out into the lake, and when the water is up, they come closer to shore - to avoid the rough seas that can cause havoc to their living space.  On the way back four houses were being pulled by boats to a new location.  And two more were on the move just past them.  It makes you wonder if they keep their neighbours, or keep their plots when they move back and forth with the rains?  Their life...  It's different than mine.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd with that coming to an end Boidna took me back to the hostel.  Ten in the morning, and my day was at an end.  Internetting would occupy me until three in the afternoon when I would head out for lunch and then off to the Blue Pumpkin for some further internetting.  And then back to the hostel to grab a Balcony Pack, and read some more of the Hobbit adventures.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAll in all?  Not a bad relaxing day."},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.oneyeartrip.com\/feeds\/6676015583310711129\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.oneyeartrip.com\/2010\/01\/floating-village-of-chong-khneas.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4453582688315838952\/posts\/default\/6676015583310711129"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4453582688315838952\/posts\/default\/6676015583310711129"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.oneyeartrip.com\/2010\/01\/floating-village-of-chong-khneas.html","title":"The Floating Village of Chong Khneas"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"oneyeartrip.com"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/02942033055663818067"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S1Q4s-5CnVI\/AAAAAAAABwE\/rPkWuWUAYU0\/s72-c\/IMG_5443.JPG","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}}]}});