It took me an unpardonable while to figure out why all the men, women and children riding bicycles looked odd to me in the course of their normal activities in Phnom Penh.
The great majority of them pedal upright, looking to me like so many prim, pert and possibly priggish individuals. They remind me of a 19th- or 20th-century painting that I cannot easily locate showing a woman in crinolines on one of those old-fashioned bikes with one outsize wheel. (If you locate the image, do please send it along.) You’d think they were posing for pictures,
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Tuk-tuk and moto drivers often congregate to play chess or cards while waiting for fares.
My appearance is the most obvious way no one would mistake me for a Cambodian. Of course, there are numerous other reasons.
One that has proved to be inescapable is a position favored here by man, woman and child for activities as varied as eating, playing a version of chess and merely whiling away some time, often a lot of time.
What they do effortlessly and clearly without discomfort is squat.
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There is a small chain of supermarkets aptly named “Lucky.” It carries many groceries from the United States, but it is legend among expats here for its high prices.
Although Lucky carries items such Skippy peanut butter, Barilla pasta and Haagan-Dasz ice cream, we have to dig deep to pay for such things.
Prices are in dollars per 100 grams.
For instance, a small jar of Skippy runs $4.90. A small container of Hagaan-Dasz goes for as much as $18 — that’s not a typo — and 1.1 pounds of Barilla spaghetti is ours for $2. I purchased a small jar of Hellman’s light mayonnaise for $4.30. When I buy a five-ounce can of Bumble Bee solid white tuna fish with spring water, I pay $2.60, not bad, all things considered.
Much of the paltry selection of important cheese is sold by the hundred grams, or less than a quarter pound, for very high prices.
The last time I looked at a container of Driscoll strawberries, Continue reading
The odor that durian (“turen” in Cambodia) is intense, inescapable. You can smell the fruit down the street from anywhere it is being sold.
Most folks find it offensive, even nauseating. Until recently, I was one of those individuals.
However, hearing so many Cambodians rhapsodize over its quality as the local turen season approached its peak a couple of weeks ago, I resolved to appreciate its appeal.
Now I do.
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One of two kinds of dogs I see in Phnom Penh.
As I make my way around Phnom Penh, I regularly come across pet dogs.
They seem to fall into two categories, and I am shamelessly generalizing. One is big and fierce-looking German Shepherds. The elite use them as guard dogs for extravagant villas, and those animals never run loose.
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Stringing cable looks like a freelance procedure. You should have seen them flinging spiraled wires over obstacles such as other wires as the mercury climbed into the 90s.
One of my biggest complaints about the apartment we rent was my reliance on the building’s slow Internet service, which costs $50 a month for shared WiFi. Downloading videos of any length has been basically impossible, never mind privacy.
I am embarrassed to say I learned only lately through a casual conversation with a new tenant that it is possible to bring in another service. Eureka! It never occurred to me to ask.
Paid in advance, the price for Mega’s product is expensive by U.S. standards, Continue reading
On a day of announced protests last Sunday, police and soldiers mostly just hung around a busy intersection that is flanked by high-end malls.
It was only on the day after our arrival in Thailand that we saw any soldiers — four of them routinely directing normally busy traffic. No one paid attention to them, and they were as casual and seemingly bored as supermarket cashiers.
Click to see seated soldier’s smile.
On Sunday, our fifth and final day in Bangkok, however, the announcement of protests scheduled for busy intersections and upscale malls, a few of which were closed, resulted in a show of force. By closing two Skytrain stations and gathering at intersections, the authorities kept protests to a minimum and hardly inconvenienced tourists, except those hoping to browse the shuttered malls.
I remember reading about a single arrest, for someone using two fingers in a peace sign as her presumed symbol of objection to the military coup. (I may have missed a couple of others.)
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