I shared the front seat of a minibus with an Italian teacher called
George for the four hour trip to Phnom Penh next morning. My welcome at
the Dara Reang Sey was as warm as ever and that evening I visited the
home of Peter and Veasna Leth for dinner. Sophal collected me bright and
early next morning for our trip across the Mekong to the Srei Santhor
district. We went in search of temples and found a good one with half a
dozen great lintels at Preah Theat Baray and then onto the towers of
Chan Lung and the brick chedis of Wat Sithor. The district sees few
foreigners as confirmed by the stares, smiles, waves and shouts in equal
measures. My final day in Phnom Penh was a busy one. I began with a
visit to the Ministry of Education to see my friend Sopheap, who runs
their website, then he took me to Wat Moha Montrei to pay a visit to
Vannak, a monk I met in Sambor Prei Kuk. After lunch, I spent an hour in
the company of Thay, one of their translators, hearing about the
diligent work I've included this just to remind me how silly I look in a
headscarf! And what the heck is that big red thing in the middle of my
face?of the Documentation Center of Cambodia. After a massage by one of
the blind members of the Seeing Hands massage team, I met up with Debbie
and Marc for dinner at the Boddhi Tree. Debbie was one of the speakers
at my Magic of Cambodia day in August and they run a tour company in
Cambodia called Carpe Diem Travel. Next morning, I said my goodbyes and
Roti delivered me on time to the airport for my flight back to
Singapore. A two-hour visit to Sentosa Island broke the boredom of a
nine hour stop-over at Changi Airport before my Singapore Airlines
flight deposited me back at Heathrow, exposing me to the cold and harsh
British winter, a considerable shock to my system after a hot and humid
three-week stint in Cambodia. ប្រភពី:http://andybrouwer.co.uk/2003.html
