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bamboo under the coconut trees of Koh Phi Phi

(THIS IS STILL A GOOD FELLOW BLOGGERS AND LONG POST FRIENDS ALSO ... I apologize. ACTUALLY? I ASK YOU FOR FORGIVENESS LEAST THAT LONG FOR WHAT YOU WILL READ Y. IT'S SIMPLE, YOU WILL HATE ME ... AH! AH!)



il y a quelques jours de cela, regardant le soleil orange plonger dans l'océan Indien (ou mer d'Andaman pour les puristes), alors que je sirotais mon mojito, accrochée au rebord de ma piscine de resort thaïlandais, j'ai longuement médité sur l'incommensurable sacrifice que je faisais à ma carrière pour la cause des enfants pauvres de l'Asie du Sud Est.

dans les commentaires de mon dernier poste, j'ai senti une fébrilité hargneuse de la part de tous ceux qui sèchent leur manteau trempé à l'eau glacée de Paris, mais vraiment, vraimant,oui vraiment, je ne comprends pas...

ETAPE NUMERO 1: ABANDON HIS FRIENDS ...

First, everybody does not deserve to enter the Thai island paradise. Anne-Charlotte colleague knows something about sacrifice: she could not cross the border.
Yet we dreamed this journey length. Volunteers bamboo from Thailand had prepared everything for us, we just had to let ourselves be carried by the wave of the choice of bathing suit and take books to the beach.


The only hassle menu we envisioned was crossing the border because the border meant that joining an overnight stay in Sisophon, brave the atmosphere acid in this city known as a hotbed of crime in Cambodia, and leave the next day at dawn to go through Poipet, a town famous for its casinos and prostitutes, before joining the air-conditioned comfort of the double-decker bus in the Thailand.
We felt not half a second Anne-Charlotte would become the actress's worst nightmare of every holidaymaker from a border: become trapped at the customs post, side Poipet, which in itself is a true nightmare ...

The border between Thailand and Cambodia, it's pretty funny. On one side is ugly, there is nothing, the roads are défonsées, dirty, full of gravel that break windshields, and apart from two three vendors mangos there is not much to spoilers, the other side is simply Disneyland: flower beds, kisoques to the fried chicken, colorful kiosks, TVs, banks and buses to reach Bangkok fluorescent ...
Anne Charlotte will have remained on the side of vendors mangos and roads défonsées ...

We have found, quite by chance, other bamboo Cambodian attracted by the splendor of Thai resorts: Anne Gersande (his mother and his brother, but I assume that you beat in the eye), and Xavier, who were also on their respective islands, and thus proved that for bamboo from Cambodia, box holiday hinges on a change of country.
but on the border, watching the blue paper that they presented Anne Charlotte as a voluntary visa in an NGO, the taciturn Khmer customs has awakened from its lethargy and raised on her eyes shone when the dollar up at the bottom of his eye: at 5 dollars a day to pay since the expiration of his tourist visa to enter the blessed soil of its mission, poor Anne Charlotte discovered that she had to pay $ 650 ... and she was asked remttre them in cash. and "Okouna srey bong" (thank you girl)! His holiday
stopped there. There was nothing to do. except perhaps to cry ambassage of France or the Department of Education, which had issued the blue paper, explaining that he had not made it clear she would have back across the border before, for obtain the conversion of paper visa NGOs ...
you do not understand anything? do not panic: the mysteries of visa are impenetrable, even seen from here. and then, I confess that it does not matter ...

brief're ungrateful to the end and then let the poor anne charlotte back in a Camry, with butterflies in my stomach, and leave the beautiful city of Poipet, its casinos, hookers and hundreds of pairs of eyes trained on the bananaes camera bags and tourists to return to the equally bucolic town of Sisophon. In mission
bamboo is a saint, but he loses all moral vacancy. Anne Charlotte
I glanced smiling bravely, saying:
"You want my laundry? Because I think I shall have ultimately not needed" vacations
be bamboo is really a balancing act: on one side my heart felt like replying: "Anne Charlotte but not, I'll stay in Poipet and we will wash all our clothes black dust "
and the other I thought
" yeah, hey, why not? laundry, it might be a good idea to rinse my jersey after the beach ... "
option number 2 quickly outweighed vacations and crushing the bamboo. In fact I suspect we have all spent border very selfishly praying that no one prevents us from passing to the Holy Land ...
"Let them all feel as long as I go to my ME mordorè island!"

Yes I know, it ' is infamous, but before you launch a hue on the infamous Heloise without compassion, I want specify Anne Charlotte still had a very good holiday in Cambodia, and I do not leave me much if I did not have the evidence.

STEP 2: MAKE FRIENDS infidelity

brief. few hours later we were in Bangkok.
I was going back home thai bamboo alone while the others would catch their bus to their respective islands.
my new team called:
clemency, flora, Roman, Christopher and Damian.
they are all super motivated, super happy and super nice. but also, program coordinators, or project in Thailand or Laos, Karen leaders in or responsible for projects in Asia EDM their states. Briefly, we are here and we firmly.

STEP NUMBER 3: LEAVING THE REALITY TO LIVE IN A POSTCARD

A night bus, two sandwiches and two hours of infamous boat under a burning sun later, we landed at Koh Phi Phi.

as was the Water Festival and New Year Thai toout during the ride to the hotel through the village, we were generously doused with ice water and talcum by locals and tourists armed with water guns, or simply ice bucket.





but that's no problem, provided we can go to the pool, I'm not complaining ...

So here Koh Phi Phi, its form "dumbbell", "H" or "X" according to the poetry of various tourist guides who have studied the fate of this island ...



water here ... not the pool! where there are fish: it is the sea!










and of course, the sight of my bungalow, the early morning ...




STEP NUMBER 4: QUIET LUXURY AND VOLUPTE
















here is my schedule at a glance time ... so if I insist, you must know:

first day
kayak, fins and snorkel, gomage fine sand on the shores of Monkey beach, or do you sympathize with our cousins to quickly brown hair ass and pink for me Desalis pool, and cocktails to quench my thirst, facing the sunset ...


















deuxième jour
bateau pour aller sur l'incourtournable Bambou Islande (lieu clef de ce pelerinage),


petite ballade, collecte de sable et coquillage, palme et tuba, passage chez mes copains les poissons pour taper la bise et saluer Nemo, piscine pour me desaler, et cocktail pour me desaltérer, face au coucher de soleil...




troisième jour:
excursion on the other side of the island on foot (jungle in flip flops and sarong, is a winner), flippers snorkels, big fright when the coral reef for diving stops suddenly at peak in a bottomless ocean, returning by boat with prepubescent Thai (or else just "Asian"), hysterical and who take us 15 times in pictures ... desalted pool for me, and drink to quench my thirst, facing the sunset ...



here. brief but intense. I let you imagine ...

STEP NUMBER 5: MORE futility

It was then return to the capital consumption, mandatory stop before returning home:
Bangkok and its advertisements, Bangkok, under heavy rain in Bangkok and urban signage unlikely ... Briefly, Bangkok in all its splendor.



while all Thai bamboo continued their journey and departed on a mission, I Errais again in the New York Asian, still excited about this city, both day and night, was doing Damien worldliness in his apartment aquarium on the 16th floor of a building with great views over the city.














I found Anne-Gersande, its passion for jokes, then Marion knowledge Battambang



We should hold a movie night at the legendary Siam Paragon, where with our tongues and our fishermen pants, we really look like bag ladies ... all that to watch a cartoon exciting: Horton the Elephant who wanted to save the mites ...



STEP NUMBER 6: BACK TO BASICS. HAPPINESS IS THE TRUE SIDE OF Poipet ...

There. Despite
all, I was anxious to find dirt, roads défonsées, non-airconditioned buses that smell like fermented vomit (oh, no, sorry, it's the durian, but it definitely has the same smell), who want the motodop m marry, this vague feeling of freedom that comes impossible situations we live with the Khmer, and especially the little students which I longed to know the story of their holiday.
I arrived yesterday afternoon and here I am again cheered!

now finished and pristine sandy: I dream of paddy fields, Slums and kids running naked through the streets of Phnom Penh. I found the way to the bar with Eva Tokaloc organized my next trip to the bank to set my next appointment Anakut Laor, my next visit to Kampong Koh, exchanged text messages too cute with my pet, the father Ivan ( he wants me to rest even before we were to make a Quinoa party) planned to stay a few days to train newcomers DYCFE to be a team winner, threw a vintgtaine valve Laurent Boton, my manager PEM Wat Champa definitely share all the time on vacation and meet again to call from 7:12 am responsible for my local Khmer (since I showed him what meant being responsible program, the Loak tah can not do without me or I fear worse than the plague because he calls me all the time asking me how I am and when I come back ...)

brief I'm back, I fired up, and time is too short!

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is my first born, and he called DYCFE!

This pretty baby 10 head is my firstborn, my little jewel. Together we will live six months of tests, high to low, I will attend his first steps, her first words are to me. Already he looks at me with fascination of one who sees for the first time.
course, to be well educated, I will be a strict mother in the early days ... but it is for his course. One day, if I want to see it fly with his wings PrPres, although I will push from the nest.
I'm so proud, so happy, so amazed to have been born this small sponsorship program!
but I must say it was an easy delivery!
first because I had seen the potential of spawners: I have been responsible for passage of unstable, who say they want to give birth to these fragile children that are sponsoring programs. but once we explained to them that it will live with this monster polycephalic in Basque, they débinent, apologized for not having understood, panic and take to their heels.


DYCFE the acronym is a bit rough translation of a titled English equally uncertain:
"Diseable Youth Children Foundation for Education and Vocation"
but never mind, a birth is as a wedding, we are bound for better or for worse, and I respect what I love as if it was me who had done it.


How did DYCFE? First it was a holiday romance, a story without a future. I went to Tram Kak somewhat reluctantly. It was the Chinese New Year, while Cambodia was frozen, because when the Chinese farm shops you realize that it is they who rule the market.
But they continued their attentions me, coming to meet me at my work, overwhelming me with compliments when I received them with arms in Oryol. And then at the end of the route I had to find my love terrible fire: Ann-the-leader-who-did-did-not-much. I lived for loves so chaotic when my road crossed Sam Sopheap Pou and the two that Om would fill me with joy.
From our union was born so DYCFE.

Sopheap and his fingers badly drawn,


Sam Ath, the "clap operated football wrong,

Saran
the dwarf poet who sings beautifully,


Sam, Chantha, Tong and Srey ny that leg a little shorter,




Vannak which carries the legacy of polio ,


Srey Leak who has lost an eye because of a comrade who was playing mladroit slingshot,

Srey mum so talented but has thought about suicide many times because of his disability particularly impressive.


10 faces whose cry of birth is both painful and full of promise bonheur.10 faces of different children, firstly because they are the first, and secondly because these ten children are more gods Vulcan and Venus. a bit lame too clever. For the "D" DYCFE you have not deceived: these 10 godchildren who are born to EDM in this day of grace are all handicapés.Je'm raw, but am not cruel. Because I admire them even more. They are all the more admirable. Vulcan has attracted much for Venus after all. They are finally born under a star lenient?
Only the future will tell what will bring them their patronage and their meeting with their sponsors letter writer, but I feel the future full of promise. I
feel my little heart swelled with joy and enthusiasm. we will fight for them to find an efficient network, we will fight for them to tear their race at school, we will fight, fight, fight ...



so much emotion it's a bit dangerous for me ... Dr. Paul (aka Dr. in the heart bigger than the cardboard Vaccines that gave us the other day for all students ...) short, Doctuer Paul rejoices to see me go on holiday ...
what? you did not know?
tomorrow I'm off like lightning, I escape to the void, recharge my batteries before the storm after the Khmer New Year: I put the sails and leave Cambodia towards a desert island in Thailand. I'll see if with 5 extra pounds I do not go beyond the ocean and escape sharks ...
I'm off to Koh PhiPhi and I'll forget your birthday ...
in advance so I slide a happy birthday to David and Julie, I remember, and which I will relate a little sand as a souvenir.

hello to you earthlings,

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"born Zer zer pa"

It's almost school holidays. Students will return to their families, so it's an opportunity to write their letter to the sponsor.
At first it was just to correct grammatical errors that made their illegible letters to sponsors.



I owed them that much, since at dinner, I put on my cap spoilsport by asking the silence to demand that all students write their letters in English or French, depending on whether they learned or not and whatever their level. I 'had even taken a long form with a note written on the board Veled the ground floor to provide them with hours that I'd hang àà them. Briefly, I am the played, consultant correspondence. Laor course, the cons mandatory part is that Eva is on the loose, going devoir camper plusieurs soirs d'affiler, au milieu du couloir-salon-hall-salle-de-jeux-salle-de-télévision de la maison, armée de d'un stylo rouge et de mon sens inné de la pédagogie, pour leur expliquer pourquoi on ne dit pas "nouveau an" ou "il est la deuxième lettre que j'écris à vous"... ah! mystère des accods d'adjectifs qualificatifs!... casse tête la place du pronom COI! épiphanie où se révèle le bon usage de nos gallicismes!...ô toi insensé qui a voulu apprendre le français!...
Au début donc, il s'agissait avant tout pour eux d'une corvée, et pour moi d'un petit rappel de ce qui m'attendait à la rentrée, version light.
The boys rolled their eyes devastated by coming to me saying "please, Helou, my French Is So Bad ... can i write in khmae?" Seila who had to overcome its backlog in languages and writing in English has come to show me the letter he had written his sponsors to prove to me that its sponsors could not read English. Hohsi came pastiche of the most helpless despair by writing on the board Veled the ground floor a very funny "Born Zer Zer Pa" in my little note to availability.



But oddly, the experience quickly became an intense and privileged moment, a moment, wishing open their sponsors wanted to attract their benevolence on their efforts, each student would open the doors a bit of his universe. And I'm rather proud of APS, however, a Khmer state that speaks little or no pain from his heart. I realized then that we really start to know us ... wow anyway, no less! ...
course, there are those with whom I used to talk.
Savy, the Dean of the team explained to me especially the art of water bombs and other traditional practices at the Khmer New Year are inevitably injured. Savy loves all the vocabulary words, to the least profitable. Il ne maîtrise pas la concordance des temps (et qui la maîtrise, franchement?), mais il sait ce qu'est le "jeu de la corde" ou "une bataille d'eau".
Koksen, qui parle si mal toutes les langues m'a montré une petite merveille de lettre pour son parrain. et il m'a fait bien rire quand j'ai voulu corrigé son "cher parent" en "cher parrain":
"-tu sais Koksen, tes parents, ils vivent dans le Bantemanchey, et pas en France. parrains et parents ce n'est pas la même chose...
-oui, mais si j'appelle mon parrain "cher parent", ça lui fera plus plaisir, n'est-ce pas?... parce que je veux que mon parrain soit content" (là je vous fais la vrsion traduite corrigée de notre conversation)
ah Koksen, of course, the gentleman who is interested in you at the end of the world, you who look dreamily planisfère displayed in the house, you do not want him to lose his affection for his little godson the end of the world ...
and then there are those who are truly open. Those who did were probably need to talk, and for whom I represented, finally someone who they could say a little about their bessures intérieures.en Anyway, I like to think so ...
Montgrath came to show me his letter. He announced the death of his father, there are three or four months, but pain and anguish that this disappearance aroused for this great guy who feels guilty to study while her family went into debt to pay for funeral and had to sell part of its rice. Montgrath PHASYS also spoke, a freshman, the super friend of everybody who comes from the same village as him, who just left Bangladesh to continue thanks to a generous grant university studies in agronomy in be set down a driver issues a diploma recognized by the best American universities. PHASYS Montgrath loss because he confided his troubles. But the prettiest is that Mongrath ends his letter on the anguish that his sponsors are confident their motivation to learn:
"but i want to tell you: even if i am sad and if it Is Difficult for me Because i was too sad to study, now I'm happy to study, and i will work hard for my exams.
he came to show me their grammar dilemmas and me I held my tears as a drama before using heavy twine to mourn the household under 50 years ... except that there was true. I knew he was in mourning. For several days Mongrath had pinned a square of black cloth on his shoulder. But past few weeks he had become a student without a problem, a student who laughed and made jokes to the other, a student which we do not suspect that it is sad. Nothing showed that he believed so strongly in his père.Comme it sometimes gets tricked by appearances ...



Finally, last night was Chanroeum who came to see me. Chanroeun is the one who laughs the loudest, the one who disobeys, who pilfering of single berth sponge to put its affairs in toilets, and who denounces laughing when Eva and I are organizing a meeting solemn reminder to all materials pilfered reappear in its original place ... Well
1h after talking on the balcony while the students went to bed, which makes Chanroeun études de droits et doit parler couramment français à la fin de l'année pour pouvoir aspirer à poursuivre ses études (les cours de droit sont intégralement dispensés en français, au Cambodge... quelle abération tout de même!), Chanroeun qui rigole fort et peine à décoler son oreille de son mini poste radio quand il faut venir à table, Chanroeun m'a dit que son frère lui manquait. Son frère est mort il y a 6 mois. C'était la rentrée. Chanroeun devait quitter sa famille. Sa petit soeur (la mère de Chanroeun est morte quelques mois après avoir mis cette petite soeur au monde), son père âgé et son frère qui ne pourra pas étudier parce qe le départ his brother is already a sacrifice. But
Chamroeun dream to complete his studies at Lyon III, and his family chose his dreams to his death.

What I admire these young men who bear the burden if their misery and yet remain proud and straight. Because it is difficult to think of oneself s'obiger, focus on the intricacies of French grammar and history of Cambodia, when we are so occupied by those who are far away and we never see again.