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Travel Blogs from Phnom Penh
... husband offered to bring me home so I explained (I thought) that I lived on Sisowath. Somehow in translation she thought I meant near Sisowath High School. Anyway after driving to places I couldn't remember having seen before, we did finally get to my street. This was the first time I've been the third person on a moto. Jane's husband was very nice and didn't seem upset that we drove to places we didn't need to before arriving at ...
... ate there but it felt disrespectful to take photos of people bones so I settled on some of the flowers there. It seems to show that the country is starting to heal, though it has a long way to go yet. Our guide's father was taken for "re education" when he was just two and a half and never returned. He's 40 now and it's taken a while for him to be able to do this part of the tour without crying. one thing I would say is buy some of the colourful friendship ...
... than me.
Saiem had to go off for
work leaving me to plan my lessons for the next day. I was running
out of ideas, I was printing worksheets for them to trace over
letters and colour in. Everything else was essentially beyond them.
In Grade 4 we were coming up with all sorts of fun games to help them
learn but now, saddled with phonics and kids with virtually no motor
skills I was pretty much working in handcuffs.
Steve was working ...
... far more the positive
aspects in his life. I sent her a sympathetic reply with toned down
highlights. It had all happened some time ago, I wondered why they
had left it so long.
My ride to work was the
usual fare give or take the insanity of the driving.
My colleague was doing
something with balloons in class and I was set to read mine a story.
I hadn't decided about the 'young learners' yet, they deserved
punishment for their behaviour ...