Hello, friends!
Can you guess who is Khmer? |
I don’t think there was one Khmer person on the whole
trip who wasn’t a joy. They were incredibly polite and warm, definitely making
us feel like we were at home. I’m not sure how much of that had to do with us
being westerners but either way it made the transition easier.
One of the things that was interesting was that between
2-3 times a day, I was mistaken for being Khmer! I guess that my natural
Southern Californian tan made me fit in a bit more. Well, at least until I
opened my mouth and trying speaking the language. =0).
We encountered all sorts of different people in Cambodia.
There were our neighbors, super friendly and simply living people who always
waved hello to us as we were walking down the street. There were the merchants
who were much more in your face, trying to make deals and make a sale but did
it in such a friendly way that I wasn’t really bothered by it. There were the
students who had such a passion to learn English, if for no other reason than
because it would help them get a job. There were the folk who had lived or
studied in the US before returning to Cambodia, men and women who had an
obvious love for their country but were also so glad to converse in English.
There were the folk who live out in the provinces, living on rice farming and
fishing, people who don’t really have a lot but are pretty content with their
lives (for better or for worse).
There is also a HUGE ex-pat population in Cambodia. There
are literally thousands of NGO organizations in the country, most of whom are
run by missions organizations and based outside the country. With so many
ex-pats in the country, it was interesting to see the interplay between the
local Khmer people and the people who have chosen to make Cambodia their home,
at least for a while.
Phnom Penh, where we spent most of our time, is a city
without any zoning in terms of buildings and such, which made for an
interesting landscape. A store front could be right next to a house, that would
be next to a mansion that would be next to a salon. Add that the fact that the
house numbers do not seem to have any sort of order and walking around the city
was a trip in of itself.
Honestly, I still haven’t figured out what to make of the
culture there. I loved the slower pace but was bothered by the lack of desire
for upward mobility in most Khmer people. I was super thankful that there are
so many people from all over the world who care about the country but had
trouble with the relative lack for Khmer people we saw who were part of the
leadership of these groups. It seems to be a country of contradictions; a
beautiful, broken country of contradictions.
Have an excellent day!
~Adam
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