Most shocking/weirdest/ stories from Tbong Khmum Province.
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i love going out to the provinces/villages/sticks/boonies/wop wops/backcountry/middle of nowhere/or as you might hear up my way - not hither but over yonder...
they are always some of my most memorable experiences here...
i once visited one of my friends village in Kampong Cham, the Village chief came to my friends home on the day i arrived once word had got round there was a barang in the village, he told my friend that she needed to take me to the Police Station in order so they can get a copy of my passport, in case anything bad happens,
the next day we took a drive down to the local Police Station..... Well i say "Police Station".... seriously, it was just a table and chair set up on some concrete slab in the middle of a field, and their taking a copy of my passport was him just taking a picture with his camera phone (which he could have easily done the day before, maybe he just wanted to peacock his "office" or something lol) he said the main reason was because they had some stabbings recently so just needed my details in case the worst happened lol
they are always some of my most memorable experiences here...
i once visited one of my friends village in Kampong Cham, the Village chief came to my friends home on the day i arrived once word had got round there was a barang in the village, he told my friend that she needed to take me to the Police Station in order so they can get a copy of my passport, in case anything bad happens,
the next day we took a drive down to the local Police Station..... Well i say "Police Station".... seriously, it was just a table and chair set up on some concrete slab in the middle of a field, and their taking a copy of my passport was him just taking a picture with his camera phone (which he could have easily done the day before, maybe he just wanted to peacock his "office" or something lol) he said the main reason was because they had some stabbings recently so just needed my details in case the worst happened lol
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and you didnt give him some money for his good work and protection, tsk tskJamie_Lambo wrote:i love going out to the provinces/villages/sticks/boonies/wop wops/backcountry/middle of nowhere/or as you might hear up my way - not hither but over yonder...
they are always some of my most memorable experiences here...
i once visited one of my friends village in Kampong Cham, the Village chief came to my friends home on the day i arrived once word had got round there was a barang in the village, he told my friend that she needed to take me to the Police Station in order so they can get a copy of my passport, in case anything bad happens,
the next day we took a drive down to the local Police Station..... Well i say "Police Station".... seriously, it was just a table and chair set up on some concrete slab in the middle of a field, and their taking a copy of my passport was him just taking a picture with his camera phone (which he could have easily done the day before, maybe he just wanted to peacock his "office" or something lol) he said the main reason was because they had some stabbings recently so just needed my details in case the worst happened lol
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I spent a year living in the boonies of siem reap province. Still close enough to cycle into town though. Wooden house. Noisy as fark. No running water, and the shit house was a 40m walk through the bush. I loved it. The landlady welcomed me into her family but sometimes I got annoyed at never having any privacy.
One time I woke up and couldn't find my wallet. Thought i must have left it at work. Went to work- no wallet there. I knew I'd thrown it on the coffee table at home with my keys like I did every night. Went home after work and was just about to accuse the landlady's son in law of sneaking in and stealing it, when I thought I'd better be sure. I found some shredded riel behind the sofa and looked up- directly above me the wallet was perched on the rafters! Inside the dollars were all in mint condition, but the dirty riel (no doubt tasty to a field rat) were all chewed and torn!
One time I woke up and couldn't find my wallet. Thought i must have left it at work. Went to work- no wallet there. I knew I'd thrown it on the coffee table at home with my keys like I did every night. Went home after work and was just about to accuse the landlady's son in law of sneaking in and stealing it, when I thought I'd better be sure. I found some shredded riel behind the sofa and looked up- directly above me the wallet was perched on the rafters! Inside the dollars were all in mint condition, but the dirty riel (no doubt tasty to a field rat) were all chewed and torn!
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Great story rick_O. It's a fact that when you live rurally you're not only living with nature, but nature is living with you.
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this is what the forum is meant to be about.
good contributions fellas.
my own shameful experiences don't bear repeating.
maybe when i am dying.
good contributions fellas.
my own shameful experiences don't bear repeating.
maybe when i am dying.
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http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=twerp
Excuse my french or mid age years but the use of brat would have been easier for me
Anyway I choose my official cambodian name from the nickname I got when I lived in the boonies during 4 long years.
Seen it, lived it, loved it, hated it, never again thanks
Excuse my french or mid age years but the use of brat would have been easier for me
Anyway I choose my official cambodian name from the nickname I got when I lived in the boonies during 4 long years.
Seen it, lived it, loved it, hated it, never again thanks
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I wasn't living in the boonies at the time this occured but was back in an area I did live several years earlier (Kamchhay Meas, Prey Veng, not too far from Tbong Khmum). In fact, that is why I was there for this event. I wrote this a couple of years ago, and have lifted it here.
I was in a little village in Prey Veng last week checking out a local event, the only barang there at the time. As I stood at the edge of the crowd somebody started pawing lightly at my back, gurgling "barang…barang…" I turned and was confronted with one of the witches from Macbeth - a gnarled old lunatic of a farmer woman right in my face, ripe of palm wine, shit-faced drunk and lust in her eyes. "Barang, kiss…kiss barang" she said coming at me arms outstretched. I stepped back, but not fast enough. She latched on and scissored my leg like a horny bulldog. "Kiss!" she burped in wine-scented Khmer, holding on tight. The crowd slowly turned toward us, staring. A bystander tried to help, gently urging her off my leg, but she swung a stick at him. My driver stood a couple of meters back and tried to lure her away with money, but she wouldn't take the bait. She just kept insisting "one kiss, maybe two." Clearly trapped, I decided to take a different tack. Leaning in, I spoke to her softly, "I'm married and my wife would be very angry," I said. She puckered her lips, "one kiss, perhaps two." I smiled uncomfortably and pled, "my wife is a very jealous woman, everyone will see us," motioning to the crowd (and in fact everyone was looking at us.) I continued, "My wife will be very angry if I kiss a different woman. She will make a big problem for me." That seemed to connect. She gave me a broad, toothless smile, let go of my leg and stumbled off.
On the way back to Phnom Penh, my driver told the story about 14 times.
I was in a little village in Prey Veng last week checking out a local event, the only barang there at the time. As I stood at the edge of the crowd somebody started pawing lightly at my back, gurgling "barang…barang…" I turned and was confronted with one of the witches from Macbeth - a gnarled old lunatic of a farmer woman right in my face, ripe of palm wine, shit-faced drunk and lust in her eyes. "Barang, kiss…kiss barang" she said coming at me arms outstretched. I stepped back, but not fast enough. She latched on and scissored my leg like a horny bulldog. "Kiss!" she burped in wine-scented Khmer, holding on tight. The crowd slowly turned toward us, staring. A bystander tried to help, gently urging her off my leg, but she swung a stick at him. My driver stood a couple of meters back and tried to lure her away with money, but she wouldn't take the bait. She just kept insisting "one kiss, maybe two." Clearly trapped, I decided to take a different tack. Leaning in, I spoke to her softly, "I'm married and my wife would be very angry," I said. She puckered her lips, "one kiss, perhaps two." I smiled uncomfortably and pled, "my wife is a very jealous woman, everyone will see us," motioning to the crowd (and in fact everyone was looking at us.) I continued, "My wife will be very angry if I kiss a different woman. She will make a big problem for me." That seemed to connect. She gave me a broad, toothless smile, let go of my leg and stumbled off.
On the way back to Phnom Penh, my driver told the story about 14 times.
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Wasn't in the boonies but in SV. There's an old lady beggar who kissed me (on the cheek) when I gave her some money, as well as the guy at the table with me. Slow reflexes - we were eating and taken by surprise.
Does anyone else get kissed by beggars, or am I just really sweet ? Or is this an obscure SV custom that I didn't know about ?
Does anyone else get kissed by beggars, or am I just really sweet ? Or is this an obscure SV custom that I didn't know about ?
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