Have spent the past 3 days at a little school in a poor village.
Set up by a guy who lost his parents in the Khmer rouge, it was literally built by hand and is really transparent, in the sense that you know where every donation goes.
Today I'm co-teaching a class and am pretty nervous about it, but I think it'll be fun.
Was awesome watching the kids yesterday, it started to rain and they all ran out playing in the rain, collecting it in bottles, playing football (and if not for my stupid injured foot I'd have joined them).
2 nights ago I met an Irish guy Steve and a German girl, Bine, who wanted to stay up all night so as not to miss their bus/flight. And I was designated with the task of keeping them up so we hung out at Moskito bar till 8am. It would make an excellent joke because Ben's aussie and there was a french guy there too - A Frenchman, an Aussie, a Singaporean, a German and an Irishman walk into a bar.... waiting to be made, it is.
Great night except for an old man who's like 50 who I was chatting with about music - up until the point when he said, would you like to sleep with me tonight?
ah. The direct approach, how charming.