Christmas Day Lunch

I think bubbles, duck confit, turkey and ham, and pudding will be the order of the day! Did I mention that we are so lucky with regard to food options in Siem Reap!!

Pchum Ben Holiday - A Trip Through Thailand and Laos

One of the things that I find difficult to justify, knowing that my contract in Cambodia is only for a year, is missing major cultural and religious events. During late September and early October I skipped the country and missed ‘the Festival of the Dead’. For more information on the festival please click here (not that wiki is necessarily 'reputable'), as I am definitely not qualified to give an overview.

On the afternoon of Friday, 23 October 2011, we left the flooded town of Siem Reap behind, to travel to Chiang Mai, with a stopover in Bangkok. I travelled to Bangkok with Leish, my housemate, and Shaye, a teacher from Melbourne who has been teaching at an NGO in Siem Reap whilst on long service leave.

As soon, as I arrive in Bangkok there is a certain element of relief, I felt this way last time I flew into Bangkok as well. There are actual numbers to call for police and ambulance and a belief that they will actually show up if you are in trouble. There are travelators (we don’t even have those in Perth), the traffic is orderly (not that we left the airport this time) and there seems to be more forethought and planning (if only this is a perception).

I pigged out on Starbucks and McDonald’s (things I can’t get in Siem Reap – even though I don’t usually eat it – the distance makes me want it!) before boarding our flight to Chiang Mai, with two ‘extras’ in tow, Irena and Bek, who are from the same AYAD intake as myself. Driving on the ‘right’ side of the road to our hotel, with road rules that people follow, we found ourselves in a reasonably swanky hotel. We quickly shoved all of our stuff in our respective rooms before heading downstairs for a nightcap.

In the morning we did some general exploring before finding a travel agent to book in some adventures for the next few days, this included a cooking class for Irena, Bek and myself and an adventure filled day for Shaye and Leish at Flight of the Gibbons. The following day we would all spend some time together playing with the elephants. After this, we went for a massage, the organisation allows ex-prisoners to gain training and work in meaningful employment. We were lucky enough to be visiting the city that Hannah, a fellow AYAD lives in, so she and her friend Trav (an American that lived in Perth as a child) took us to a local bar after some drinks on the rooftop of our hotel. The food was FABULOUS and the drinks were tasty, there was also a live band, which was followed by another as the night progressed. The only disappointing part of the night was that we missed out on seeing my friend Shan and her boyfriend Sobonn. The catch up was made difficult because I had no telephone in Thailand or Laos… It made me think – what did we do before mobiles? Were we just more organised?

The next day Irena, Bek and I were picked up in a ute (there are so many in Chiang Mai!!) to go to the local markets before our cooking class at the organic farm. I loved the markets, they were cleaner and much more hygienic than the options available in Siem Reap, there were some amazing things to eat and smells and sights to be experienced!  The cooking instructor was so full on – she was also exhausting (as Bek put it!). She thought she was really funny, so she kept cracking jokes, some of which were HIGHLY inappropriate and then expectantly waited for us to laugh! The class was great though, I love Thai food and we got to cook and eat a lot of it during the day. We went shopping at the highly recommended Sunday Night Markets to finish off the day, and they didn’t disappoint. I bought a leather bag (followed by a wallet, purchased the next day), some cool shirts and tasted more culinary delights as we meandered through the streets.

The following day, our last full day in Chiang Mai, was a strange experience. We arrived believing that we had chosen one of the better elephant sanctuaries, it had been recommended to us by an Australian vet. Upon arrival and throughout the welcome speech my hopes dwindled. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it but there was something about the place that didn’t quite sit right for me. Whilst I don’t think that it is the worst place for the elephants to be, I left believing that it probably wasn’t the best place for them to be either. The jury is out… I just hope that our money didn’t go to an organisation that is mistreating these majestic animals. Dinner that evening was at a Burmese restaurant, the first time that I had tried the cuisine, and I wasn’t disappointed! It was another fabulous recommendation by Hannah and Trav… I’m very glad that we had some ‘locals’ to show us around!!

I loved Chiang Mai and would happily revisit this beautiful part of the world! I want to do Flight of the Gibbons, eat more amazing food and trek through the jungle to visit the Hill Tribes!!

Sticky Rice Balls

(with palm sugar, served with grated, young, fresh coconut)

My Notes

The host of our cooking class, began this recipe with a story about how the name of this recipe in K’mai is something like ‘killing your husband accidentally’.

The story goes that a wife was cooking these, and the husband decided to eat one, without allowing it to cool. The ball got stuck in his throat, the sugar oozed out like lava, and he died. She seemed to think it was quite funny…. We all politely laughed, whilst looking around at each other and wondering if it was ‘a joke’ or for real.

Ingredients

300g Sticky Rice Flour

2 T Palm Sugar, cut into approx 0.5cm cubes

100g Young Coconut, grated

1/3 Cup Water

Method

1. Boil a pot of water

2. Mix the sticky rice flour with water

3. Ball the sticky rice flour mixture and push the palm sugar into the middle. Ensuring it is completely covered

4. Place in the boiling water and wait for them to float.

      5. Once floating, scoop into the cold water

      6. Serve with grated, young coconut

Fish Amok

My Note

I have tasted a few of these since I arrived, and the best so far was from Rendang, (the restaurant where I also ate tarantula) in Phnom Penh, one of the Friends restaurant group.

Ingredients

500g Fish, white and firm

200g Fresh Spinach Leaves

½ to 1 Cup Coconut Cream

1T Dry Chilli Paste

1t Turmeric

1cm Galangal Stalk

2 Lemongrass Sticks

1 Kaffir Lime Leaf

2 Garlic Cloves

1T Fish Sauce

1t Salt

1T Sugar

1 Egg

Oil, to cook

Method

1. Slice and chop the lemongrass, galangal, kaffir lime leaf, garlic and shallots. Pound them until very fine, then add turmeric powder and dry chilli paste. Continue pounding until they are all mixed together.

2. Roughly chop the spinach

3. Slice the fish into chunky pieces

4. Cook the paste in some oil, until fragrant

5. Add the fish and cook thoroughly

6. Cover with coconut cream and allow to simmer

7. Add sugar, salt and fish sauce. Taste and adjust accordingly

8. Whisk egg, then add to the curry, stirring constantly

9. Add spinach leaves

10. Serve with rice, additional coconut milk, if required and julienned chilli (deseeded)

K'mai Mango Salad

Ingredients

250g Chicken or Pork

400g Green Mango

100g Carrot

100g Basil

150g Dried Shrimp

100g Peanuts, chopped and roasted

2T Palm Sugar

1T Salt

2-3 Cloves Garlic

2 Shallots

1 T Lime Juice

Method

1. Cook the meat thoroughly, set it aside, allow to cool, slice it

2. Grate the mango and carrot

3. Slice the garlic and shallots

4. Gently toss the meat in the palm sugar, fish sauce, slat, garlic, shallots and dried shrimp

5. Add the green mango and carrot to the meat mixture

6. Top with basil and peanuts, once plated

Nom Tong Noun

Their Note

These are a delicious snack and perfect to serve with coffee or tea.

My Note

Perfect accompaniment to icecream!

P.S. You need a flat ‘waffle iron’ to make these.

Ingredients

½ Cup Rice Flour

2 Duck Eggs

1 T Sugar

½ Cup Coconut Cream

1 T Black Sesame Seeds

¼ Cup Oil

Method

1. Set aside one duck egg and the oil

2. Take the rest of the ingredients and combine to make a batter

3. Beat the remaining duck egg and mix with the oil

4. Heat your ‘waffle iron’ until it is hot on both sides

5. On one side brush some of the oil mix, until covered

6. Place your batter on the other side

7. Slowly bring the top of the iron onto the bottom

8. Allow to cook until lightly golden on both sides

9. Roll to forms cones, if desired

10. Allow to cool, to room temperature

A Life Lesson - Red Tape & Power Trips 101

Well, it all began in an office/classroom in the back blocks of Siem Reap about two weeks ago.

I was eavesdropping on a conversation my Director was having with a freight forwarding company, UPS whose office if based in Phnom Penh. Being the helpful person I am I mentioned that I would be in Phnom Penh in a week or so and would happily assist to retrieve the cameras that had been stopped by customs in Phnom Penh. After all, its not like you would need to be superwomen to get your hands on these items, you’d only need a few pieces of paper and a tuk tuk driver… Boy was I wrong!

One of my lovely friends, Vijay in Phnom Penh offered to collect some documents for me. We needed them to be collected on a weekday because their offices are supposedly closed on the weekends. His ever-trusty moto broke down during the trip, whilst he was in the middle of a dodgems game with the police (this is not unusual, it’s actually the best course of action due to corruption!), therefore ruining his lunchbreak and rendering his trip to the other side of town futile. UPS kindly offered to deliver these documents to Vijay and they promptly arrived on his desk the next morning.

Step One – Achieved, tick!

I’ll fast-forward a few days to Saturday, a beautiful sparkly morning in the Penh. A relaxing start to the day with the gorgeous Irena and my favourite type of breakfast – Pork & Rice… A tuk tuk ride to Vijay’s house to collect the documents, a dusty ride to the airport, and a very competent tuk tuk driver who dropped me right out the front of the customs collection point… Well, well, well – this was turning out to be much easier than what I had anticipated. I thought to myself ‘I’ll be in and out of here, 3.64kg heavier in just a few moments!’ – WRONG!

The Customs Officer explained that I was required to have a letter with a special stamp on it. He then mentioned that the man with the special stamp didn’t work Saturdays and he wasn’t based at the airport – I could find him the middle of Phnom Penh at the Ministry of Customs and Excise. Of course, I didn’t give up here, I did the very Australian thing of ‘Can I please speak to your boss?’. The Officer was petrified that I would bad mouth him to his boss because he started to exclaim ‘But I haven’t done anything wrong’. I tried to explain to him that I simply wanted to speak to his boss to see if we could get around this little dilemma as I live in Siem Reap, a good five hour drive from the airport. After he had been in to see his boss, who refused to speak to me, I left on my merry way, no cameras in hand and $16 lighter – it turns out that my lovely tuk tuk driver was a bit of a rip off merchant (He’d wanted $20 at the end of my trip!!)!

My Director was kind enough to give me permission to stay in Phnom Penh an extra night and see what happened on Monday. I was pretty happy about this, it meant dinner with friends at Friends, and it also meant that I got to pay a visit to Flicks, the local cinema!

On Monday, I woke early to go to Pork and Rice with Bek and Morgan. Feeling the need for coffee I made a quick pit stop at Java before making my way to the bus company, to swap my ticket and get two tickets for my breakfast partners, who are due to visit Siem Reap this weekend. This went very smoothly, as did my visit to the local printing store (they are everywhere, it appears that individuals and organisations alike don’t own printers/photocopiers). I left the printing shop with my letter, drafted from a template that the Customs Officer gave me on Saturday. This letter was my ticket to the cameras and a successful day – or so I thought!

I hopped in a tuk tuk, who literally drove me around the corner. I hadn’t realised how close I was, this day was just getting better and better! I wondered into the Ministry of Customs and Excise and there was an ‘office’ located on the balcony of the front building. Not quite sure where to go, I made my way to this ‘office’ and found out that it was exactly where I needed to be. The man grabbed my letter, stamped it, wrote some information in an official looking ledger and I was on my way… Off to the airport I go! I was definitely going to be done in time for my noon lunch appointment!

WRONG! Just I was about to wander off I realised my letter looked different to the template, ooops… the lovely customs man had forgotten to put the special stamp on it – silly billy!

Me: ‘Ummm… Som to (sorry) but I think you forgot to put the other stamp on my letter?’

Him: ‘No no, you go to other building, second floor, he stamp for you’

Me: ‘Oh ok’

The office was really easy to find, I stepped across the entrance way and realised that there was already some people in there. I stood in line and saw the man in the navy coloured uniform stamping and signing their forms with vigour!! I thought to myself ‘YES! This is my day! Everything is going so smoothly – I will be in and out of here in no time!’. When he was done with the girls, he turned to me and signalled for my forms. He then exclaimed, ‘How many cameras?’. I was unsure and told him so. I said, ‘All I know is that there are 3.64kgs of cameras’. He said ‘not good enough, you find out’. Now the problem with this, is that these cameras are a one off donation and the lady lives in the USA. If I were to call her, we would have woken her up from what I presume would be a peaceful slumber. Therefore, my Director and I took a wild punt and decided to guess that I would be collecting ten cameras. Now all I needed to do was change the form and take it back to the man in the navy coloured uniform! EASY!

I went back to another printing house, changed the form and made my way back to the Ministry of Customs and Excise. Went through the procedure of getting the original stamp and then made my way up to the man in the navy coloured uniform. He briefly looked over my forms and then asked who I was. I told him my name and he said, ‘So what are you doing here? Your name isn’t on the package nor is it on the Memorandum of Understanding – outlining that we can ‘import’ goods duty free because we are an NGO. I explained that I worked for the organisation and that I happened to be in Phnom Penh, therefore I was asked to collect the cameras. At this point, he decided that he needed the form to be signed by the Director of my organisation, to whom the goods had been sent and he also wanted an organisational chart to prove who I was. EASY!

I went to Blue Pumpkin, a café on the waterfront with wifi and received the letter from Sam with his signature. I also updated the organisational chart. I made my way to the printing shop (AGAIN) and printed off the copies of everything that I needed and made my way back to the Ministry of Customs and Excise. They weren’t going to beat me with their outlandish demands!!

When I arrived, just after 11am it turns out that everyone had gone to lunch. Oh well, a good excuse for me to make my way to Vego’s for lunch with Bek and Morgan. If I was back just after 2pm, they should be back from lunch (Yes that’s right, this type of lunchtime is ‘normal’ especially with government departments). I left Bek and Morgan’s house at about 1.15pm and about 5 minutes into the trip it started pouring down with rain! I was carrying my bags from the weekend and everything started to get drenched. The lovely tuk tuk driver ran around to pull down the awnings to ensure that I didn’t get too wet. He did this before he even put on his own rain coat, I did try to tell him to put on his rain coat first in my broken Khmer.

It was bucketing down, which wouldn’t have mattered too much BUT the tuk tuk driver informed me that he wasn’t allowed to drive on Norodom (even though every other vehicle is allowed to!), the street that the Ministry is located on and so, he dropped me at the closest corner and left me there, with my bags, in the rain! I walked to the ministry when the rain eased slightly. The man in the navy coloured uniform wasn’t there. So I waited… and waited… and waited… By the time it got to 3pm there were at least 15 people like me, standing there, waiting to get that all important, special stamp. I had to leave at that point because otherwise I would have missed my bus home.

I LOST….

Man in the Navy Coloured Uniform 1 def. Elysse 0

Life Lesson – avoid eavesdropping on conversations that may lead to visiting the Ministry of Customs and Excise!

The First Few Weeks of Work!

This post is for my Grandpa, who thinks I have been spending too much time writing about fun things and not about what I am doing and achieving at work.

I’ll start at the beginning, because I hear that this is a very good place to start.

My job title here at Anjali House is Management Support Officer. I am working directly with Simon Ke, an amazing lady who is Deputy Director of the organisation and also mum of David (named after David Beckham and is two and a bit years old). Indirectly I will be working with every member of staff over the next year. There are currently about 13 people that volunteer or work here full time.

In this role, there are a number of objectives that my job description outlines must be achieved within the year. The most prudent of these tasks was the human resources objectives.

Human resources objectives? – you might ask… Well a lot of the documents I am currently creating in conjunction with Simon, include all of those ‘boring’ documents that most of you receive and never look at when you start a job. Things like ‘Grievance Procedures’, ‘Disciplinary Policies’, ‘Job Descriptions’, ‘Organisational Charts’ and the like. These documents will be great as the create guidelines and some direction for the staff that work here. We have also been working on position appraisals and after these are completed the next task will be training opportunities.

There is a lot of work to be done, but everyone is very receptive to the ideas and small changes we have been looking at so far.

My work hours are a little bit different to at home. I work Monday to Friday and start between 8 and 8.15 in the morning, we have lunch from 11am til 1.30pm and then we finish between 4 and 4.30pm. On most Saturday’s I attend a staff meeting at Anjali House, however Sam the Director of the organisation is pretty cruisy if I am going away or have plans for the weekend. In addition, as I seem to chase in all of my jobs, there is after hours work as well. Of course, I am used to this and these are the moments when you usually have the most fun in your work environment. For example, last night we hosted an event at the Peace Café. This included some readings by the students of their poetry and short stories. In addition the movie that was made last year was also played. This movie is very entertaining and had some of the audience rolling around on the ground with laughter.

The students here are amazing, I really love the organisation and what is trying to be achieved at Anjali House.

The other day I got to visit the Young Adult House, a branch of the project that tries to complete the cycle, in regards to assisting the older students find meaningful employment or a pathway to higher education. This is probably my favourite part because it means that we don’t leave the kids high and dry when they finish school but ease them in to an independent and exciting future.

I am looking forward to my extracurricular activity that will begin in the next week or so. A library has just been built on our premises and I am going to start lunchtime reading sessions during the lunch breaks, three times a week.

So there is some information, to stop Grandpa worrying that my life is all just fun and games!

Cambodian Curry

My Note

I am unsure how many people this dish would serve. Simply by looking at the ingredients, I would presume that it would serve four?

Ingredients

500g Chicken Breast, cubed

1 Medium Onion, sliced into ‘petals’

1 Medium Eggplant

1 Sweet Potato

100g Cauliflower

2 Lemongrass Sticks

2-3 T Garlic

3 T Shallots

50g Galangal

1 T Tumeric Powder

3 Kaffir Limes, rind only

1 T Curry Powder

1 Chicken Stock Cube

450mL Coconut Cream

1 T Oil

½ - 1 Cup Water

Method

1. Slice the rind, lemongrass, shallots, garlic and galangal finely

2. Chop the vegetables into large irregular shapes

3. Add all the spices to the mortar, pound until a paste, set aside

4. Heat a medium sized fry pan with oil – add the spice mix and cook until fragrant – medium heat, not hot

5.  Add fish, cook thoroughly

6.  Add a little coconut milk and water to the pan

7. Add the sweet potato, cook for 5 minutes

8. Add the rest of the vegetables and cover with the remaining coconut milk and half a cup of water – adjust accoding to the volume of vegetables

9.   Add the chicken stock, salt and pepper, according to taste

10. Cook until the vegetables are tender

Serve with steamed rice and decorate with fresh basil leaves

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Curry Powder

Ingredients

5g Star Anise

5 g Curry Seeds

Method

1. Cook the curry seeds in a dry frying pan for several minutes. Take care not to burn them

2. Crush the star anise and curry seeds together in a mortar and pestle until they are a fine powder

The Trip to Work

There are so many differences, and a few similarities, between life in Cambodia and life in Australia.


One of the differences is the trip to and from work. 


I live on the outskirts of Siem Reap, in almost completely the opposite direction to work, which is also on the outskirts of town. However the trip, on by bicycle, only takes about 20 minutes.


I'll give you a quick synopsis of both trips...


PERTH


Say good bye to Mum, and Dad if he happened to be home.
Mum's last words would always be 'drive safe'.
Hop in the car, my little Suzie Swift, switch the channel to Nathan, Nat & Shaun (Nova is good in the morning, but I loved listening to Hamish & Andy in the afternoon, ahhhhh..... Hamish!).
Drive along, giggling to the funny stories, and catching up with the light news of the day.
Spend 40 or so minutes in a bit of a mindless daze, stopping and starting with the flow of the traffic (AND of course the stop signs and traffic lights).
Arrive in Fremantle, decide whether it is worth spending $8 on parking, meaning a shorter walk or $5 on parking. Usually it would depend on how late I was running.
Grab a coffee (and a muffin if I had snoozed too long and missed breakfast).
And finally, I arrive at my destination, ready to begin my work day.


SIEM REAP


Drag my bike out of the house (my land lord doesn't want people trying to get into the property because I have left my vehicle on my verandah).
Say sua si dai (hello) to the lovely girl that spends her mornings sweeping our driveway.
Hop on my bike, get my balance and head towards the gate.
Say sua si dai to my land lord and/or the kids, dependent on who is already out and about.
Start peddling the rocky track, until I reach the bitumen.
Dodge the street carts selling snails, pancakes and a variety of noodles.
Head to town and grab breakfast (If I haven't already eaten), Soup Dragon is the favourite for an Asian breakfast and maybe Jo-to-Go or Central Cafe for Western style.
Start the second half of the trip to work, this part usually includes lots of dogs wandering around, sleeping after a night protecting their property, cows munching on grass, rubbish will be burning outside people's properties, people sawing wood or damming a river and a number of other activities, most of which always blow me away.
Some days you'll hear the faint sound of music, and you'll know that someone had passed away or is getting married, depending on the tune.
I continue peddling.
The bitumen stops and I hit the muddy slush, if it has been raining the night before.
I concentrate really hard on following the secure parts of the route and not slipping into the mud, or worse, the open sewer (I am not looking forward to the first flood - when the sewer meets my road...).
And finally, I arrive at my destination, ready to begin my work day.