I am sitting here with one of the most inspirational people I have ever met. His name is Len Laim and he is currently a medical student in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. It hasn't always been that way though. He was born in Siem Reap in a small farming village. He has 2 brothers and 3 sisters who are all still in Seam reap, in school and working on the farm with his mother and father. He was just a normal student in a small rural village until the age 17 when he met a western man from the US named Charles (the man I am crashing with in Kampot). Charles saw huge potential in Laim and took him under his wing along with several other students in Siem reap. This began a long term relationship between teacher and student. Since age 17 in 2007 Laim has been working non stop. He would not be another statistic floating down the stream that is cambodian youth. He chose to invest in a bicycle instead of a motor bike like every other person in Cambodia has. He realizes the importance of preserving the environment and keeping his body and mind healthy. I feel like I share so many things in common with Laim and that we connect on a very simple level. We are both fighting against the stream and trying to live extraordinary lives. Laim's family cannot support him coming to school in Phnom Penh, so he has learned a few tricks along the way to raise money on the internet thanks to Charles and his many try and fail attempts. He cannot afford housing or food while he goes to school so he lives at the local Pagoda (temple) alongside the monks while attending university. All of his spare time is spent studying and preparing for class. He has only one uniform and he told me if he gets it dirty it is very bad and he cannot go to class.
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Saturday, February 26, 2011
Len Laim
I am sitting here with one of the most inspirational people I have ever met. His name is Len Laim and he is currently a medical student in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. It hasn't always been that way though. He was born in Siem Reap in a small farming village. He has 2 brothers and 3 sisters who are all still in Seam reap, in school and working on the farm with his mother and father. He was just a normal student in a small rural village until the age 17 when he met a western man from the US named Charles (the man I am crashing with in Kampot). Charles saw huge potential in Laim and took him under his wing along with several other students in Siem reap. This began a long term relationship between teacher and student. Since age 17 in 2007 Laim has been working non stop. He would not be another statistic floating down the stream that is cambodian youth. He chose to invest in a bicycle instead of a motor bike like every other person in Cambodia has. He realizes the importance of preserving the environment and keeping his body and mind healthy. I feel like I share so many things in common with Laim and that we connect on a very simple level. We are both fighting against the stream and trying to live extraordinary lives. Laim's family cannot support him coming to school in Phnom Penh, so he has learned a few tricks along the way to raise money on the internet thanks to Charles and his many try and fail attempts. He cannot afford housing or food while he goes to school so he lives at the local Pagoda (temple) alongside the monks while attending university. All of his spare time is spent studying and preparing for class. He has only one uniform and he told me if he gets it dirty it is very bad and he cannot go to class.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Cave temple hopping
Today I rented a motor bike and headed way off the beaten path to the countryside to see what I could get myself into. The entire day ended up being cloudy and the perfect day to be out on a motorbike. I rode down a small meandering red clay dirt road for about 30 minutes when I was eventually greeted by this kid in a bright green shirt. I pulled over to see what was up and quickly I had 8 kids surrounding me shooting off their entire arsenal of english words. The one in the green shirts name was Mab and his english was pretty good. His friends name was Eang and his english was also very good. He asked me where I was going and before I knew it I was the middle of a Barang (foreighner) sandwich on my motor bike that I was no longer driving up towards this temple cave out in the jungle. I had no idea where I was going and these kids grew up here so I figured they knew the good spots to bring Barang. After a short ride we pulled over on the side of the dirt road. Eang stayed with the motorbike and Mab led me through a huge rice field where we were greeted by 2 more small kids, probably around age 9 or 10, both of them spoke really good english as well.The four of us walked and talked for about one and a half kilometers and came to this sloping hillside with tons of rock faces. All of sudden there was this really cool staircase leading us directly into the hillside. Everywhere I looked was riddled with small statues of people previously living here and Buddha. It was very mystical and unlike anything I have ever experienced. There were some beautiful views as we kept ascending up the steep staircase into the mountain. We got to a certain point and the entire mountain just seemed to open up and this vast temple just appeared out of nowhere. The kids showed me many different rock formations that looked like animals. After entering the cave, off to the right inside this 6th century shrine there was a single candle burning, I entered the shrine, took a few sticks of incense and lit them. The shrine was very small, maybe enough room for 3 people to sit comfortably inside, the kids waited for me in the cave, I came out put my incense in the holders and the 4 of us walked back to the motor bike. I gave the little kids a couple bucks for the wonderful guidance through the temple cave and hopped back on the motor bike with Mab and Eang, they then hauled ass down this bumpy dirt road for another 10km and brought me to this beautiful lake out in the middle of nowhere, we sat at this little hut by the lake and had fresh pressed cane sugar juice and fried noodles. They told me about their families and stories from growing up here and I told them about what I am doing here in Cambodia. After that we got back on the bike and headed another 30km to this small town and by this time my ass is killing me from being cramped on a tiny motor bike with 2 other dudes for over 40 minutes, we pull over and get some longan and these other exotic fruits and head towards some more temple caves. These caves were even more impressive than the first one. This was a huge network of underground caves that had buddha statues and all kinds of other relics and statues. It was the most healing and spiritual place I have been in SE Asia yet. Cambodians come from all over to sleep and hang out in this cave for healing and to pray to Buddha. There was a huge reclining buddha and people were sleeping in hammocks all around this statue, it was truly a sight to behold.
Tomorrow I am leaving Kampot, Charles and I are riding for 2 days to Phnom Penh, we will sleep in a Pagoda with monks tomorrow night. I am going to meet a student I want to help out. I will have the detailed story at some point next week.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Kampot!
Running to the bathroom I think, can this get any worse? Then I realize theres no toilet paper. I spend the day running to the bathroom every 30 minutes only to spray my ass off with cold water and lay around miserably in bed with wet boxers from not having anything to dry my ass with. On top of that the bathroom walls only go up about 7 feet and the ceiling are 12 feet high so my 3 roommates have to listen to everything thats going on in there. Good times!
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Volunteering at the Kirivorn school.
For the past week my friend Tammy and I have been volunteering at the Kirivorn school. We were picked up from our guesthouse in an American Assistance for Cambodia truck by 2 men that work for the organization in Phnom Penh. It was only a short ride from our place to the school which was located about 1km in from the main road on a red dirt road. It is a very small humble school with only 4 teachers.
The children and teachers welcomed us with big smiles, they
presented Tammy and I with presents of coconuts, watermelons, mangoes, and drinks. It was the most heart warming feeling I have ever felt, it almost brought tears to my eyes. We accepted these gifts and were shown around the facility. They have their own garden and
fruit trees which they grow morning glories for the students to eat breakfast. There is one small kitchen made up of a wooden shack with a place to prepare vegetables and a small brick oven to cook rice. Next to that is a spout hooked into an underground water system deep in the earth so the water is naturally clean. They have a library with shelves barely filled with books, a computer lab with 11 computers of which 8 of them work, they have satellite internet connection that is slower than dial up and the computers only work when the big generator they are hooked up to is running. So the computer lab is only running for a couple hours a day because the generator uses one liter of gasoline every hour. After meeting and greeting all the teachers we began shooting some
video for a program that American Assistance for Cambodia is working on, we interviewed a group of girls and asked them what they enjoyed learning and doing at the school.
During lunch we followed a boy named Suohian (Sue) home to meet his family and talk with him about his life and his schooling. He is in 5th grade and wants to go on to be a doctor, but after he is done high school he wants to become a monk. We walked about 1km down a red dirt road to a small little wooden shack on the side of the road where he lives with his grandmother, brother, and sister. His parents were divorced when he was young and his mother works far away and his father disappeared. His grandmother was so welcoming and offered us these specialty rice cakes she makes. They were wrapped in banana leaves and were very tasty. I was amazed at how welcoming they were and how openly they all talked to us. The grandmother
went on to tell us about her husband and 6 of her 8 children that were killed by Pol Pot and the Khmer Rouge in the 70s. It was one of the most powerful experiences I have ever witnessed, she started crying and was completely open with us. After this somber experience we walked back to the school and I had my first coconut cutting experience, the kids gave us 3 coconuts and the English teacher Nop Vay who was with us all day long use to be a tour guide and he was a professional coconut cutter. After consuming 2 coconuts we headed back to the school and sat in on an English class and helped the students with their pronunciations of certain words. Then Nop Vah fired the generators up and started his computer class, after class I started working to create the school a facebook page so they can share stories and pictures with the host school Nishimachi which donated the school and provides funding for text books and computers. If you google the Kirivorn school barely anything comes up. Nop Vay was very excited that their small humble school will be on the internet. My goal is to create the page and teach the kids this week how to access the page to view their photos and videos and to become pen pals with students from Nishimachi. I am not creating facebook pages for all the students, just one for the school which will be closely monitored by Nop Vay and the Nishimachi school.It has been a very amazing week and I will always remember the smiling faces on the children as they chased us down the road on our motorbike as we were leaving. It was sad to go.
I am now in Kampot!!! I am so stoked to be here, Charles place is really awesome and it feels really good to have a semi-permanent base to work and live out of for a while. Kampot is a pretty small town, but has a bustling market and beautiful views.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Keepin it Riel
My good friend Tammy met up with me on the island of Koh Chang in Thailand a few days ago. We began our journey to Cambodia yesterday morning. I decided to travel with her instead of ride my bike because we are going to be volunteering at the same school starting Monday and she is totally awesome and fun to travel with. So we caught a sang thaew which is basically a pickup truck that jam packs people like sardines into the back and you hold on for dear life as the driver speeds through the steepest hills I have ever been on. We caught the ferry back to the main land and hopped another sang thaew and headed to this town called Trat to catch yet another short bus to the Cambodian border.