Today we had lesson planning in the morning and teaching in the afternoon. We went to the Russian Market to purchase some school supplies for our lesson then sat down at a coffee shop to plan. On Fridays fifth graders and sixth graders compete in soccer. We taught one hour only and then the boys went to play. We were left with the girls and thought at first we were going to teach them a lesson, but no. During this time we were supposed to play games. We played hangman and searched for words on the board. It started storming and the wind and rain came into the classroom. The storm stopped just in time for us to go out to watch the girls soccer match. They weren't very good, and our sixth graders lost the game. But it looked like they were having fun. We talked to their teacher Sreymom a bit and found out she was twenty five. She too looks young for her age.
On the way home we had two strange experiences. First we were stopped at a corner in traffic. We saw a pan that held the heads of dogs cooking. You could easily make out their jaw line and their teeth looked even whiter next to their charred cheeks.
Second, our driver stopped at a shop on the side of the road, he told us to wait one minute. I guess he saw a pair of shoes he liked, because he took off his shoes and tried on a pair of black rubber ones. I don't know if the price was wrong or if they didn't fit, but he got back in and we were on our way again. Can you imagine if a taxi driver stopped to go shopping? Things are definitely slower paced and not quite on a schedule here.
After dinner we got in a hired van to take us to Kampot for the weekend. Since we had to leave after work we were going to be home too late to take the last bus there. It worked out to be the same price since there were nine of us. The ride was about three hours. We couldn't see much of what we passed along the way because it was already dark. When we arrived at the Mad Monkey around nine we were tired but ready to check it out. This hostel is obviously geared to young party travelers. I couldn't help but think, I'm too old for this! They showed us to our shared bunk space. There where things on one of the beds to which we were supposed to be assigned. I was honestly relieved when they moved two of the three of us to a private room. We went down to the bar where I got hit on by a young British guy before returning to the comfort of my group. At least he didn't think I looked too old to be here.
$3 tuk-tuk ride each way split
$3 pair of scissors and two notebooks
$1.25 two packs of construction paper
$2.50 mixed juice
$1.25 cookies
$10 $90 van ride split nine ways
$5 night at the Mad Monkey
$3 cubre libre
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