I am having skateboarding withdraws.
I had a dream last night where there was a gang of street kids (with shorts no shirt or hoodie no pants -- as typical Khmer child fashion goes) skating with sticks and rocks taking over the Baeng Kak area. Jumping around yelling gibberish and drumming? It was a bit too tribal for reality sake, but man, all day I have been jelly legged wishing I had a board.
David and I have been "expat-ing it" as we call it. He's looking for a job, preferably NGO, not bar or teaching... so since Mike left a few days ago that's what we've been doing. Job hunting in the morning, and acting like spoiled rich kids in the afternoon when the 1:30 monsoon hits.
Spent a day at the Orphanage, which was really fun. They usually only want volunteers but every once and awhile are looking for permanent help whom they will pay. We were just going to spend our morning there but ended up in a game of football (soccer?) and got sucked in playing with the kids for a few hours. I almost wish Mike had left earlier and I had just gone there for a week like I was planning. So cute. Forgot my camera and was kicking myself all day. Asian children are so much cuter than white kids... Call me racist, but you know it's true...
This morning we ended up at the Mine Action Center... or... I think that's what it was called. It was an office, and boring... but I bought a teeshirt for a buck, proceeds go to removal of land mines... They only have desk jobs for foreigners because it would look really bad if one of them did something stupid and died. Neither of us were interested so we took off.
Went to this huge NGO office that's kind of a hub for a lot of the organizations in Phnom Penh. He's applying for pretty much anything in the field... I'll admit I'm feeling a bit jealous. I can see myself settling down in this city for a little while doing work like that.
The children selling books have become my best friends and most annoying companions. I refuse to buy more books because I currently have two I haven't read (The Road to Santiago and Slaughter House Five) so they have decided to just pester me while I'm on the computer. Right now I have one singing to me...
"Jesse no good, play football very bad. Jesse not cool, smile not cool. She won't buy book, she is very mean"
Don't I feel popular.
This evening I was taken on wild run by a moto driver with pink eye. He had no idea where the embassy was an took me on a tour. We went all around Phnom Penh and finally I realized it was going to close and gave him directions. Is it bad when I know the area better than someone who lives here?! I had fun though, going through back alleys I'd never been down, and we took a weird turn through the slums/projects...
I am now the proud owner of a Canadian passport with a Thai visa. YES!
"Jesse no good, play internet and ignore me"
Going to meet David for one last beer tonight and hopefully I'll see him in a few years...
Tomorrow I am Bangkok bound.
PS: Mike found it!!
This is the song that we heard seven times a day every single day in Laos.
Love this guy. hahahahttp://www.facebook.com/ext/share.php?sid=129348614912&h=9MzIp&u=3bOor&ref=mf