Merry Christmas everyone......
We woke to hear in the distance of the hotel, some excited children running around, to see if Santa has left them anything......albeit a stocking of fruit or coal! Those were the days
Our plan today is to be immersed in real Cambodian life, visit traditional markets, cook with a family, plant rice, visit a school and dress like a Khmer.
We planned this trip to be outside the tourist trap of tours, searched for somebody that could show us places where holidaymakers dont go, and wanted to be as far from the jingling bells of Xmas as possible, not because we are atheist or Jehovah...we wanted to try a total new level of experience. That’s where we met Ra and his Nhumbai tour.
Our itinerary started at 0800 and both Suly and Saran were eagerly waiting at reception as excited as we were.
Let the day commence.
Ra spoke excellent English and on seeing the two Khmer girls with us blushed quite often as he spoke, as we later realised he had taken a liking to Saran, and it was the first time he had taken Cambodian girls on this trip.
Marriage in the reckoning! Imagine that, we will demand an invitation!
First port of call was the traditional market, nearly 80km from Siem Reap, and straight away I knew tourists did not come here.
Everybody stared at us, giggled, blushed, followed, touched....in all I can say, in complete awe. Huge beaming smiles from men, women and children....at first we felt a little uncomfortable, it was as if we were movie stars. I now know how Johnny Depp feels.
Colours and smells everywhere
The movie couple, their gorgeous noses, and their adoptive girls
A myriad of vegetables
Ra told us what they adored in us was our eyes and noses, they wanted my big honker Roman nose....all Cambodians pray their new borns have big noses and straight from birth they will pinch the babies nose every day in hope it will grow......I am not making this up
Suly and Saran verified the story and said as infants they had their nose pulled.
They wish to have pale skin, blue eyes and a Barry Manilow snorter.
Yet in the Western world many yearn for tanned skin, brown eyes and a cute button nose.....you see the grass always seems greener.
We spent an hour here at the market and Ra told us it’s quite possible we are the first Westerners seen by some people, as some of the village folk never leave, a distance of 80km is like travelling across the world.
As we left to further swooning and giggles I caught a glimpse in the window of my nose and decided I will start to 😍 love it....
Another 30 minutes drive we reached our village destination, \240it looked like a poor, shanty town with houses on stilts and tin shacks and oxen and chickens everywhere. Everyone waved, perhaps news filtered through the big nose couple had arrived.
Our view from the village
Ra our guide.
Once we had arrived we were offered fruit and water and Ra explained our day schedule and we were expected to work!
So without further ado, we were herded into the tractor and headed to the rice fields.
Karen and Saran.
Life here is all about rice, and it must be carefully planted, guarded, harvested and replanted....there is no respite or day off......if rice fails then it’s potentially famine or starvation for this village.....everyone must pull their weight including us today.
Karen trying her best to plant rice, despite having to work in squelching thick soil above the ankles.
This is 6 month rice.
We learnt how to transplant juvenile rice and place in separate paddy fields, you can now understand that this is a 12 hour day, every day for the farmers and most of the time you are bent 90 degrees.
The tractor brought us back in readiness for a cooking class, simple food but delicious.
Spring rolls using rice paper and turmeric pancakes and fillings.
The ingredients are simple but there is a knack, they all must be perfect but it’s not easy. Balancing correct oil, smoking point, amount of filling, and avoiding burning needs to be without fault.
Karen won the spring roll competition
The girls enjoying themselves.
We were then ushered to our table and sit and enjoy our food. Khmer tradition says you must not talk at mealtimes.....we nattered however.
Lunch is ready.
Following this we were encouraged to learn about traditional wedding culture and of course to dress in costume.
You can see I hit the jackpot with three wives but as most Khmer men are barely over 5 feet tall I struggled to look the part in the dress and felt I was more atune to the lead singer of Showaddywaddy.
The girls however looked gorgeous.
More tea and traditional desserts arrived before we were to roam the village and meet the life and soul of what makes it tick.
It’s so humbling here, despite being poor they are rich in happiness and health. No smiles were forced, people rose from their hammocks, children ran to hold hands, even dogs wagged their tails.
To others it might look like squalor and depravity but look beyond the basic furniture, kitchen equipment, and vehicles, it’s full of love, kindness and respect.
There is no electric or WiFi, sleep is centred around the sun. When it’s first light at 5.30am everyone wakes and works. Sunset is just after 6pm, and everything is quiet and silent.
The fridge is a cupboard in the shade, food is preserved by drying, toilet a hole in the floor, washing machine is soap and elbow grease by hand.
Families often weave to make their rugs and mats
Oxen roam the village but only used to work. I asked about making milk, cheese and yoghurt....and they don’t know how to make, never been taught.
This village lady adored Karen and wouldn’t let her go. She allowed us to see her home and was so proud. She lived through Khmer Rouge.
Karen: what a perfect day. I have been so touched by the people here, and this dear lady - who looks and is treated like a grandma (which of course, she is) is actually 3 years younger than me! To think of the horrors she - like so many others lucky enough to survive the era of Phol Pot - lived through, and still be so warm and generous is humbling beyond words. The memory of her loving hugs and huge smile will stay with me forever as representative of the beautiful people in this overlooked country.
A honey bee nest in a tamarind tree.
Finally we were taken to the local school to meet pupils, gatecrash a lesson and play. We offered some pencils to the teacher and I even gave my hat away to a lucky boy.
There is no mobile phone here, or seemed bullying, the kids laughed and shrieked as they played basic games like kicking an old ball or knocking down a plastic bottle with a flip flop!
Wherever I leave my hat, that’s my home
Bundles of excitement
Today was truly exhilarating, we could cry with love, the warmth emanating from this village should shame others in our world who only focus on accumulating wealth with no generosity.
Buddha teaches respect, love and giving.....it’s all here.
The trip back to the hotel was in silence, pondering on our day, this day, Xmas day. We felt we gave a little, from gifts and taking this tour, but nothing in comparison you what we received in love and happiness from this simple village.
To finish the day we dined at the hotel, and I had one more Santa 🎅 gift to offer. On this trip I had been looking for somebody who loves to fish, a family who grew up close to the sea or river where fishing is an important job or pastime.
There are 2 young men at the hotel who are best friends, and Mr.Ken fits this bill perfectly, every day off we goes fishing, but only with a net, a rod is a luxury they have only seen on YouTube.
So what better moment to give my telescopic fishing rod and all its equipment.
End to the perfect day.