Central Market

Day 35: B is for “bamboo train,” C is for “circus”

I had heard of the bamboo train before, but didn't really know what it was until watching an episode of "No Reservations," a show where Anthony Bourdain (a famous chef, sometimes a judge on Top Chef if you're not familiar) travels to different countries or specific cities to try different kinds of food and dishes that are made around the world. In the Cambodia episode, he rode the bamboo train, and having skipped Battambang the last time I was in Cambodia, I knew I had to try it this time around. We've been battling quite a bit of rain, so after warning Andrew I wanted to do it rain or shine, he agreed, as long as we waited the morning shower out over coffee and breakfast at Sunrise Coffee House.

I could totally relate to this cartoon drawn on the wall of the coffee shop, which was, I have to admit, devine. Walking in, it smelled like freshly baked bread (a foreign scent to us these days) and I was in heaven eating a (freshly baked) bagel breakfast sandwich. Please indulge me in these few photos I took, again, excited by really good western food. I know, I know, you probably get to eat this all the time!

David (our tuk tuk driver from the day before) must have been busy, because his cousin showed up to take us out to the bamboo train instead. Slightly disappointed not to play along with David's jokes, but excited to ride the bamboo train, we climbed in our new tuk tuk for the "train station."

The bamboo train is essentially a 3 meter bamboo plank/platform that rests upon two train axels which are connected to a gasoline engine that rolls down old French tracks. This is how Cambodians in the countryside get from one place to another. I was looking forward to the ride mostly for who we would share the ride with- you know, those who ride it daily hauling vegetables or animals from their home to the market or something fun and likely entertaining like that. I wanted to sit next to some caged pigs and maybe have a few chickens at my feet. We must have gone at the wrong time, or more likely, we were taken to the tourist portion of the track. Nevertheless, it was still fun and it ran surprisingly fast! Andrew told me that he read that farmers would volunteer to drive after working in the fields in the morning. Our conductor was so sweet humoring me everytime I turned around with my camera. Isn't he the cutest? I also love how we got him in our "selca" (that's Korean speak for self-camera) picture.

After a 15 minute ride, we slowed down and were greeted by a handful of children out of school for the day interested in showing us the rice factory in their village. Weary of their interest in showing us (perhaps pushed by their parents?) the factory, we played along instead of sitting in the scarf shop for our ten minute village visit we were told we would have. I can now say I know what kind of rice is for people, what kind of rice is for chickens, and what kind of rice is for pigs. Seriously, each child told each of us at least twice.

Walking back to our bamboo train, the smallest asked Andrew for $1.00 for each of them. Once again, I felt so conflicted. What do you do? Do you say "No! And tell your mother not to pimp you out!" or do you aquiesce and give each child $1.00? Knowing that you are enabling child slavery in Cambodia? Or do you do what Andrew did, and fish one $1.00 bill out and make the smallest child promise to share it with everyone? When we got back to our train, their grandmother (I'm assuming) who owned the scarf shop invited us to sit down and gave us bananas while we waited. An "Ok, what's next? Do you want $1.00 for the bananas too?" feeling washed over me, until she sat back and started laughing as the little girls complimented my white skin while I offered to trade it for their beautifully dark tanned skin. And then immediately as we chatted with the girls, I felt guilty for wondering what their grandmother "wanted" from me. It's like you have to read every situation with a slightly guarded, yet completely open mind. Something that is hard to do. After Andrew asked the girls to help with his video, they told us to please tip our conductor. They told us urgently that they don't get paid and they have to feed their families. Again, the red flags hovered in the back of my mind. Like they themselves were unsure if they should be raised or not. When Andrew tipped him (I much rather tip an adult than a child) another driver seemed to tease him in Cambodian and it seemed like something of a surprise to him, but one that made him immensely happy. Which, of course, made me happy we did tip him.

We climbed back on the train and made our way back to the "station." On the way back, we slowed as we met another bamboo train with tourists on it heading towards us. The general rule of thumb is the train with the least amount of passengers (unless you are toting a motorcycle along with you) gets off, the train is disassembled, and the more full train passes by. We were told to get off (presumably because there were two trains back to back) while the tourists chided us that they "won." We all laughed and took pictures and video of the process, completely intrigued by the ease of it all. When we ran into some more trains later down the track, we got to stay on, while others had to get off. Again, I would have appreciated some more livestock to be a part of the process, but settled for watching other tourists. 

Back in town, we strolled through the market. I bought a coffee maker – Cambodian style for $0.50 and took lots of pictures of buttons and beads.

And then… we went to the circus! One of my new favorite aspects of this trip is learning of the various NGOs or even businesses that provide sustainability or opportunities to impoverished people, young people to be more specific. Gecko Cafe paid all employment taxes to their employees (something that was insinuated is not often done) and other more life-skills. Phare Ponleu Selpak (PPS) teaches circus, theater, art, and music skills to young people around Battambang. Two nights a week, there is a circus performance. There's a gallery for art you can walk through before the show, and a restaurant you can eat or drink in after the show, and there's a magic box for donations to help students currently in Canada pay for their studies and housing. The performance was amazing. The enthusiasm that these performers displayed was overwhelming, and their talent (and flexibility) was jaw-dropping. Andrew had a little bit of a hard time watching some of the girls morph into pretzels, while I simply wanted to join their circus by curtain call! We think we were supposed to watch a different performance than the one we ended up seeing, so we're not completely sure of the storyline, but it was great nonetheless and if you find yourself in Battambang, go to the circus!

By the way, this dude was on unicycle the whole time another dude was balancing on his head. We were in the front row, so I unfortunately couldn't get the unicycle into the shot. But seriously, imagine doing that on a unicycle!

These boys were the CUTEST. They did a few different skits that revolved around how masculine or strong they were, yet they hammed it up so it was hilarious watching them prove themselves to each other or to the girls that took the stage. This skit was something of a battle where the boys tried to prove themselves to the girls. They climbed up on top of each other, or jumped up and landed on a pair of shoulders and then tumbled into flips and somersaults onto the floor while the girls balanced on each other like pretzels. In the end the girls giggled, kissed each other and then the boys had a conniption that the girls were never interested in them in the first place.

Day 23: Cambodia Post thinks outside the box

The rain stopped me from a walk to the post office the day before. I also needed a break from dragon shipping disappointment. Had I known I would LOVE the Cambodia Post so much, I would not have worried so much! We arrived, and after they eyed my box, informed me that it was too large, and they would re-pack its contents into a Cambodia Post box. All items had to be shipped in a Cambodia Post box. I sighed, opened my box, pulled out the dragon and let them see for themselves what I was dealing with. They tried – unsuccessfully – to put it into their regulation Cambodia Post box. And then, magically, they handed it back to me and said to put my dragon back in my box. They would cover my box with Cambodia Post boxes! I could have kissed them. All of them.

They got to work covering my box with another layer of Cambodian cardboard, and asked me where I got the dragon. We explained what happened, and they smiled when I repeatedly thanked them for their help. Shipping cost a little more than what the dragon cost in the first place, it has enough cardboard around it to hopefully survive the slow boat home, and should arrive in about 2-3 months. Yay!

me: Ohmigod, it’s like the weight of a dragon has been lifted off my shoulders!

Andrew: More like the bulk of one…

After the post office, we walked through the Central Market, got bus tickets to Takeo, lunch, and then waited for what felt like forever at the very crowded and busy station for our bus.

A fairly painless two hours later, we arrived in Takeo and were immediately bombarded by tuk-tuk drivers. Per our tuk-tuk rule, we never agree to a ride when someone hounds us. Usually we stroll around until we find one lounging in his ride and we ask him for a lift. Also, we thought it might be possible to walk to the Volunteer Center. Not only did the tuk-tuk drivers get on the bus before we got off, they asked us a couple of times while we got our backpacks, and then drove their tuk-tuks up to us four meters away from the bus to ask again. As Andrew laughed about later, I do admit, I kinda lost it.

me: Why you ask 5 times if we want tuk-tuk?

tuk-tuk driver: I want to know if you need tuk-tuk.

me: ONE time, you ask if I need tuk-tuk. I said NO. TWO times, you ask if I need tuk-tuk. I said NO. THREE times, you ask if I need tuk-tuk. I said NO. FOUR times you ask if I need tuk-tuk. And I SAID NO! NOW FIVE TIMES?!? FIVE TIMES YOU ASK IF I NEED TUK-TUK!?!? NOOO!!! (and maybe, ok, I did, pretend to physically pull my hair out of my head at this point)

The tuk-tuk driver laughs. I turn around to more laughter and it’s another tuk-tuk driver and I point to him and say “YOU TOO! NO TUK TUK!” and he laughs too, and they leave us alone.

And then we got lost walking.

But then the only foreign tuk-tuk driver passes us by, turns around and asks where we’re going. He’s from New Futures (where we were headed), and gives us a ride to what turned out to be a couple of kilometers to the center. Even if Jake hadn’t pulled up, you know I would have stubbornly walked 2 kilometers with the 50 pounds of backpack weight on my back instead of tracking them down for a ride.