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Thursday, January 15th, 2009

by the chief cook
Phnom Penh, Cambodia

We have really been enjoying black pepper on our tomato rolls……not being gourmands, we had never come across the fact that there are different sorts of pepper in the world, but we have now been enlightened. Cambodian pepper, and in particular Kampot pepper, is the best. Unfortunately, when we were in Kampot we missed the pepper plantations….but we did get to the salt fields…..we think. We might have been ripped off.
We had been told it was a twenty minute trip each way and so we were willing to pay $5 for “go and come back”. But the trip took less than quarter of an hour – both ways. We also went the opposite way to what the map said – totally opposite away from the salt-water estuary. This raised a few questions in our minds…and even more niggled us when there was no salt. Not a skerrick anywhere. The drivers insisted it was due to the rain we had had, and indeed there had been an overnight downpour, but it all did seem a bit strange. Curiously, the fields looked just like the brochure – just there wasn’t any salt. So we are not convinced we saw the fields from which 800,000-900,000 tonnes of salt is harvested between December and March each year. For supposedly being the busy harvesting time, there was a surprising absence of workers (one to be exact, and according to the drivers “no workers, because no salt”). Neither were there any sacks or piles or anything in the storehouses. Nothing.
Just acres of what we would have thought were flooded rice paddies waiting to be planted out. So who knows if we saw the real salt fields? As we bounced along in our tuktuk, we decided that if we were enterprising tuktuk drivers ourselves we would offer a “Salt-n-Pepper Shaker” tour, taking in both the real salt fields and the pepper plantations together with  ride that would shake every bone in your body. But maybe they make more money taking unsuspecting tourists to rice paddies and calling them salt fields??

Regardless, we are delighted to have become acquainted with Kampot pepper, a taste that will stretch my resolve to eat exclusively-locally when we return to NZ!

food in our tummies and a roof over our heads

Thursday, January 1st, 2009

by a surprised traveller
Phnom Penh to Kampot, Cambodia
 

Expecting to be picked up just before nine, we were cutting into our breakfast watermelon at a quarter to eight when the guesthouse staff apologetically announced at our open doorway that the bus would be coming at 7:30. Surprised at this mistake from such a competent English speaker, we soon discovered there was no error. The nine o’clock bus had been cancelled (by no means the first time we have experienced this, but a novel concept for the Hs!) and we were now booked on the 7:20. An urgent honking from the street prompted us to ferry our almost-packed bags down the two flights of stairs as fast as we could to the waiting almost-full-by-western-standards bus. Ordered to sit wherever there was a spot, J14-who-likes-things-done-properly wanted to insist we get the right seats, the allocated-on-our-tickets seats. Rob assured her this was just a pick-up bus taking us to the bus depot where we would transfer to the long haul vehicle. hahaha. Our twelve tickets might have started at number 27, but this bus only went up to 30, and there was to be no transferring to anything!!
Every trip is unique!
And this one will go down as THE bounciest adventure by far. Although the road is mostly straight, it is in no way flat and on the especially hillocky sections our bottoms lose contact with our back-of-the-bus seats. Cheers erupt, reminiscent of those you hear at amusement parks.

But the day does not amuse. Three of the children and their daddy are all feeling grotty. When will this non-specific Cambodian virus leave us alone? The bus takes over an hour longer than we had been told, meaning we arrive after lunchtime with rumbling tummies. The guesthouse we had booked into had not returned emails giving an address and so we need to find somewhere to stay. It is easy to settle on the second place we look at! Non-flushing toilets and cold showers, but cheap and clean with neighbourhood children to play with and a swing for the littlies.
Finding food is not so easy. Where are all the carts with BBQed pork or bread sticks or fruit? Where is the market? Where are the tables outside houses with items for sale? All we can find are packets of instant noodles and chewing gum! E…v…e…n…t…u…a…l…l…y we find a bakery – a dark room with wood-fired ovens and big wooden trays stacked up against the wall – for some reason we cannot understand we are unable to purchase the baguettes on a tray (we figure they’re for someone else), but we can buy fifty teeny tiny round buns. Success of sorts. And that is lunch.

 

It seems prudent to take a wander while little ones nap in the hopes of discovering a dinner destination. Over three hours later we return. Unsuccessful. Not even the market, which we did manage to find on this excursion, had any food that could be peeled and eaten…..but it did have open drains and a stench to remove our appetite.
“This is the longest I’ve ever had to walk to not find food,” Mr H observes. To be fair, it’s not that there’s NO food; it’s just that it’s either too expensive or too Cambodian.
“There are two options,” we announce back at the guesthouse, “Hamburgers for $1.50 or dried fish and I’m-sure-she’d-have-rice-but-I-didn’t-see-any for 2,000” (2,000 riel not dollars! That would be 50 cents) For once the budget isn’t the winner; the funny tummies cannot face fish and the prospect of no rice.
Hoping Kgirl9 (whose eyes have been going blurry again in the afternoon) and Jgirl14 (who now has a rash and has slept most of the day away) will manage the walk, we head for “Hamburger Heaven” (not its real name if you happen to be in Kampot looking for food!), where it will turn out they have no hamburgers left, no pizza slices, no baguettes with cheese, and no something-I-can’t-remember on rice. So we settle for fried rice. But there are only three portions left. AAAAGGGGGHHHHHH! There are, however, French fries. Sincere thanks to the frogs, who conquered this part of the world a century and a half ago. Great legacy. Better than the squashed one we stepped over on the way home!
We eat and Kampot is redeemed.
The three dead rats on the dirt road outside our guesthouse in the morning will not be a problem. The tuktuk drivers who will take us the wrong place for too many dollars will not put us off the place. And the LIVE rat downstairs will be classified as entertainment.
The world looks different with a full tummy. Actually, it was a full tummy and an inspirational chat…..but you’ll have to wait for the conversation.

culture of corruption

Tuesday, December 30th, 2008
by someone, who hasn't quite got over it yet Phnom Penh, Cambodia

 

Unfortunately it makes us suspicious and a little cynical. Way back at the border, the tuktuk drivers tried to tell us that Cambodians are ... [Continue reading this entry]

*S*O*S*

Monday, December 29th, 2008
By Mama, who was peaceful and prayerful  Phnom Penh, Cambodia

"It was a rather un-fun morning. It felt really weird being able to open my eyes, but not see."                                                                               ~ Kgirl-almost10 Today's plan to visit the Killing ... [Continue reading this entry]

adrenaline postcards

Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008

by the adults who experienced it all Bangkok, Thailand to Siem Reap, Cambodia Number One: Priced To Take Your Breath Away Up before five in order to board the third-class-only train to the Cambodia border. We shared it with a few other ... [Continue reading this entry]

back to the city

Thursday, December 18th, 2008
by Rachael Vientiane, Laos We woke and our bamboo bed had not disintegrated, despite being held together by a piece of string. We were in the French capital of South East Asia, Vientiane, but it was none-too-French-romantic! The contact paper floor ... [Continue reading this entry]

If I were Noah….

Sunday, December 14th, 2008
By a very tired Rach Phonsavanh, Laos If I were Noah....there's one animal I'd have refused entry to the ark! Please allow me to explain. One of our readers commented: I'd love to hear stories about teamwork, group problem solving and other ... [Continue reading this entry]

Why did the chicken cross the road?

Saturday, December 13th, 2008
by Rachael Luang Prabang to Phonsavanh, Laos We don't know why - but we did see lots of them trying to on the road from Luang Prabang to Phonsavanh. And I mean dozens, not two or three. We are bouncing down the ... [Continue reading this entry]

monk-y business

Friday, December 12th, 2008
By someone, who didn't feel too devout when the alarm sounded Luang Prabang, Laos We hadn't expected such a comical moment in a serious religious ceremony. He was the smallest one, hurrying at the back of the line, trying to catch up; ... [Continue reading this entry]

culture quiz: laos

Thursday, December 11th, 2008
by Rachael Luang Prabang, Laos Part One YES or NO? In Laos, is it rude to:
  1. stare at someone when they eat?
  2. be noisy?
  3. read someone's journal over their shoulder?
  4. hug an adult?
  5. hug a child?
  6. touch a monk?
  7. wear shoes inside?
  8. hoick on the pavement?
  9. stand above a monk?
  10. take drugs?
ANSWERS
  1. It ... [Continue reading this entry]