Tag Archives: Anna Spencer
Forty Four Months in Cambodia
It’s been forty four months since I landed in Phnom Penh. I remember those first few weeks clearly – spending the days at the TEFL training centre on the corner of smelly river and 360 followed by 4pm walks along…
Conkers, Minnows and Elastic – Childhood Revisited in Cambodia
Last Friday I sat on the edge of a desk, surrounded by the stench of half-eaten pizzas and sticky pools of splashed Fanta. It was the day of end-of-year parties. The bossiest girls from each class had collected a few…
The Phnom Penh Street I Call Home: Rue 444 (2)
Our favourite moto driver is Eng, an old smiling man that takes me to work in the morning and gets to the exact point on 163 before waiting for me to request continuing that way in case I ask to…
The Street I Call Home: Phnom Penh, Rue 444 (1)
I am in no way a hardened traveller; my feet have not trotted this globe. There are so many places I may never see and some that I may, but there is no rush – this is my base, my…
Phnom Penh Street Stories: Part 2
A little further down Sothearos is ‘The White Building’. Not so far as it is from the PM’s house, the Royal Palace and Sofitel, it epitomizes for me the ‘us and them’ situation in Cambodia. Below is an interesting you-tube…
Phnom Penh Street Stories: Part One
For the past 3 years I have enjoyed cycling, strolling, relaxing in a tuk-tuk or riding pillion around the streets of Phnom Penh, gorging myself on the visual feast that surrounds me. Of course I am a little less wide-eyed…
How I Came to Teach in Cambodia and Why I’m Staying
I have been teaching English here in Phnom Penh for three years and I really enjoy it. I know many other teachers here who enjoy their job and do it well, some much more experienced than me and some less….
The Wind and the Wonderful – Kep and Koh Tunsai
As much as I like adventure and the great unknown, sometimes I quite like going somewhere where I know exactly what I’m going to get. So as yet another May public holiday came along I decided I wanted peace, waves…
What’s so Doubtful about a Doubtful Salad?
There’s a great beer garden in Phnom Penh that my friends and I like to go to often enough for it to be on our regular list. It’s on the corner of St. 360 and the delightful Tuk S’oy (smelly…
From the Mud to the Kitchen at Pchum Ben
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This time last year, Makara and I needed a small boat to travel from the main road just after Kean Svay across the river which had swollen at least half a kilometer to within meters of his family house. This…