Saturday, October 12, 2013

Traffic Safety

Seeing Cambodians riding on top of a car or a pile of goods on a cargo truck always makes me want to take a picture. I guess because it would be such a daring thing to attempt in the United States (though I wouldn't be surprised if my friend Liesel has done it).

A van of people coming back to Phnom Penh after a long holiday weekend visiting family in the countryside 

The other day I watched a local Cambodian television show about traffic safety. A guy interviewed a policeman and then did man-on-the-street interviews with Phnom Penh drivers to ask their opinions about the causes of traffic accidents, a big cause of injury and death in Cambodia. The safety problems commonly identified were driving too fast, drunk driving, and running red lights (though traffic lights are relatively new to Phnom Penh). It was interesting to me that some things we talk about all the time in the United States weren't mentioned. Like texting while driving. Here, it's not just people driving cars, but also people driving motorcycles and riding bicycles in traffic with only one hand steering and eyes glued to the phone. Apparently, that issue hasn't hit the radar here yet. Also, not a single mention of seat belts. That didn't really surprise me though since seat belts are routinely removed from vehicles--they get in the way when trying to cram as many people in as humanly possible.  

I'm glad the van in the picture made it safely back to Phnom Penh. I have a lot of respect for how scrappy Cambodians can be. They do what it takes to get along often with very little money.




Monday, September 23, 2013

Dancing with Cambodians

One thing I'm going to really miss about Cambodians--they love to dance.  There is dancing at every party and every wedding.  It is good for my soul.  Last night I went to a work party with Matt and he took some video of it.  Probably the last dancing here for me before we move back.  Also, I'm starting to look more pregnant. The girl I'm dancing with in the video kept scolding me every time she thought I was dancing too rough for the little baby inside.  :)

Monday, September 16, 2013

Out for errands on Saturday

Little kids begging in traffic :(

Aaaaaaack!  Don't fall!



Saturday, September 14, 2013

Morning exercise

I know taking clandestine videos of your neighbors is usually frowned upon, but his balcony is in street view, so I figured maybe it isn't so bad.  This guy exercises like this for about 30 minutes to an hour early each morning. It brings a smile to my face every time. (I'm sure he would find it twice as amusing if he saw me exercising.) And plus, I don't think he would mind this video if he knew how happy it made me...



Saturday, August 24, 2013

Boy or girl?

The next ultrasound with my doctor to check on the baby is coming up in a week or so. I'm 5 months along, and it will be the ultrasound where we'll find out if it's a boy or a girl. Unfortunately, Matt won't be able to come with me to the appointment.

Matt is visiting America right now, but one Saturday before he left, we tried to find a doctor close by with an ultrasound machine to find out the sex so that Matt could be there too. The hospital I've been going to for this pregnancy is on the other side of Phnom Penh and we didn't want to drive out there. We tried a Chinese hospital down the street. They had the capability, but the doctor wouldn't do it for us. She said it is against Chinese medical ethics. In China, with the one child limit, illegal abortions are more likely to occur for girl babies, so apparently doctors aren't supposed to reveal the gender so early. It was nice to see someone stick to their ethics in favor of money, even though the doctor wasn't under Chinese law here. We were tired, so we didn't try any other places that day, and we didn't try again before he left for America and it was too late.

Today the weather here was cooler than usual, 86 degrees, so I decided it was a good time to go out and forage for some food. While walking in my neighborhood, I came across a Cambodian hospital I hadn't seen before. Why wait another week? I popped in and asked if they could check the sex of my baby. The building was very run down on the inside, but it was clean. I had three Vietnamese doctors fussing over me. They spoke Vietnamese with each other, but they could speak Khmer also. They were sending me in different directions without coordinating with each other. One had me come in to the room with the old ultrasound machine before another one wanted me in there, so I went back to the waiting room. A different one, who didn't know how far along I was yet, told me to drink water so my bladder would be full for the ultrasound, and then another one came along and told me that wasn't necessary.

Finally, my three doctors and I were in the room ready to go. They were being completely adorable, acting so excited, like they were finding out the gender of their own baby. All smiling big, and talking excitedly while examining the screen.

"IT'S A GIRL!!"

"Do you like girls?"  One of them asked.  "Yes, I do!"  I said.  They were all very pleased.  "Oh, it's a girl, and she like's girls!" One of them patted me on the leg. They melted my heart.

Such a contrast from my Russian doctor!  She seems very strict and isn't touchy feely.

Examples:

Doctor--"Pregnancy is not a disease"

Doctor--"You paid too much for IVF. In my country, only $500!"

Doctor--"Have you been exercising?"
Me--"um...No"
Doctor--"Why not?"
Me--"Because I've been constantly nauseated"
Doctor--silence

Doctor--"You plan to have c-section?"
Me--"No, the only thing is that I want an epidural."
Doctor--"Why you think you need epidural?"
Me--"Um, to avoid the worst pain known to mankind?"
Doctor--"You should come to my birth class"

She is growing on me though.  Every time I see her, I like her a little more.  And perhaps the language barrier makes her seem more serious than she really is.   Her English isn't that great, and she doesn't speak Khmer to help bridge the gap. I can understand what she says, but she has a hard time understanding me.

Anyway, back to my Vietnamese doctors.  Originally, I was quoted a price of $10 to check the sex. When the receptionist handed me the bill, it said $5.50.  One of the doctors, an older man, came over with a big smile and said "You are having a baby girl!  We are giving you a good price to help your baby" and gave me a pat on the shoulder.  If my heart wasn't a puddle of goo before, now it was dripping all over the waiting area.

We're not surprised to hear it is a girl.  Since Matt missed the previous ultrasound with my doctor also, we got another one for fun a couple of weeks later on a weekend with a random doctor so he could have a chance to see the baby too.  The doctor at that time guessed it was a girl, but said it was too early to really know.

So, for whatever a $5 ultrasound is worth, we're having a girl!  I think it is correct, though.  They got some really clear views from different angles, and it looked like a girl to me.

On a related note, has anybody ever watched the show "I didn't know I was pregnant"?  There are several episodes on YouTube and I've watched about 10 of them.  It's like the best practical joke in the world that never gets old to watch.  It is hard to understand how it can happen though.  At 5 months, I can feel this little baby squirming up a storm every day.

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Neighborhood sounds

Last year, a blind man came through our neighborhood and walked right in front of our apartment, filling it with beautiful music for quite a while since he walks so slowly. I loved it so much I had to go outside and take a video of him.


The most common sound is from "eet caay" people who walk the streets towing carts looking for recyclable trash. They make squeaky little horns out of empty dishliquid bottles which they squeeze as they walk along to notify people to bring out their recyclables. Matt tells me they used to yell out "eet caay" all day as they walked along, and though I've heard that occasionally, these days the horns make it so yelling isn't necessary.  I can't imagine how hard it would be to tow that cart all day long in the heat. A lot of times a cute little kid is along for the day in the back of the cart with the trash. They are very poor people.


Another sound I hear quite often is the Cambodian equivalent of the ice cream truck--the ice cream motorcycle with an attached cooler.  As far as I can tell, all ice cream vendors in Phnom Penh play the same tune.