We have just arrived in Siem Reip, the “tourist magnet”of Cambodia for some R&R after our grueling labor.
We just returned from a part of Northern Cambodia so remote there was no internet access within a 4 hour drive. Needless to say, I wasn’t able to keep you as updated as I would have hoped.
My head is so full of thoughts, new memories, new faces…new jokes.
1. The team has been amazing, such a fantastic group of individuals, of my 4 previous overseas trips, this has been the best. We’re constantly laughing, joking, and razzing each other- but also serving one another, caring and protecting. What a perfect combination.
1A. The work is hard, laying brick, painting, mixing cement (by hand), sanding walls, carrying gravel, working on re-bar, cleaning, scrubbing whew! My back is a perfect mass of knots, (shoveling for 3 days straight can do that really well) But there is a certain deep satisfaction and joy in knowing the job is well done, and looking over all we were able to accomplish on the orphan home.
2. The children have completely won my heart, I wish I had pictures to show you now…
Koone, with her bright eyes, Poi, the mischievous one, Peethe, the quiet one (it’s hard to get him to open-up), Hoone, the servant, Se-Ren, such a hard worker and always eager to learn English, Marie, the sweetest baby girl, Poi and Christyen the inseparable duo…And so many more.
I miss them already.
The contrast between the orphan home children and the village children is like night and day. They are still children, they still get dirty and scraped up, but they are sooo happy! I feel so privileged to be here.
2. The misquitoes love me. In fact, they keep wanting to become better aquainted! For some reason the others remain untouched while I sport numerous bites from head to toe. Yea, I look like I have the chicken pox.
3. I’m praying I don’t get lice. Everyone has it, why not join the club?! I’m terrified of the very thought…last night I was awake …”Oh please, Oh please, oh please…no!! Don’t let me get lice!”
4. Funny story: Joc is our resident photographer, (she came on this trip to serve the Cambodian ministry by using pictures to communicate the to the States what words and stories just can’t…) Anyhow, because of previous injuries she can’t do a lot of physical labor, leaving her quite a bit more clean than the rest of us. Joc was quite proud of this fact, and was careful to maintain her cleanliness.This was too much for our buddy Scott- her perfectly clean turquoise pants were a sore temptation. Joc walked inside the doorway for a moment, fetching something or other…Scott crouched behind, and flung himself at those poor doomed pants, covering them in cement grime and dust.
They weren’t turquoise anymore.
And Joc’s face…oh it was priceless!
Just a few more days before we head home. I miss my family, but I also feel like it was too short. Cambodia is a culture that comes out and grabs you….it’s like “this is where life really happens”. The warmth, the community, it will be hard to leave.
signing off,
CT