Just came back from a holiday in Cambodia where I experienced both pleasure and shock. I'll leave the shock for another blog. Isn't it bad enough that there wasn't any Saturday fun here last week? I'll do my penance here. But for the shock it gave me, the fun this week will be at the expense of the country that so shook me with its horrors.
How do you tell if you're a Cambodian? Here's what some people say:
You think you are the king of gambling but lose all your money just like the others.
You are really embarrassed when some white folks ask you serious questions about Buddhism but you can't answer more than one or two.
You think you only have to wear expensive clothes to have class
You call all white people Frenchmen
You hate white people even if you are in their country
You think it's the white who have to follow your own rules
You really think that the more gold you wear the more chicks you get
You know that most of the girls who go to a temple are bad girls who want to prove to their family and community they are good clean girls
You don't even know that Angkor Wat was not a Buddhist temple at first
Your favorite past time is talking behind the back of people
When some people ask you on which side you fought in the Khmer Rouge and you don't answer because you are embarrassed.
You think Buddha is sort a god that can make you win money at the lottery or casino
You make your wife walk in front of you whenever you go to the countryside
Whenever you go into a tourist area, you'll either be pestered by or pester others with the question: "Tuk tuk?"
The weather may not be all that one desires. But there's nothing to stop you from trying to have a nice weekend.