The Animal Part
I sleep right above the pigs sty, seperated only by a layer of airy bamboo floor. Every morning I wake up to 2 things, the cock crowing and the pig whining for food. If that is not enough to get me out of my sleep, the heat and smoke from the cooking of the pig feed will surely force me out of my slumber.
In the village, we would have to cook our own meals. Partly good, partly bad. Good because ultimately we would have meals that are more suited to our tastebuds. Bad because most of us have, at best, cooking experience at maggi mee level.
This is a picture of me, trying to cook on my roster day. A humble wood-fired stove and wok is the only resource we have to feed 20plus people. So we had to repeat the making of the same dish a few times to cook enough for all. Oh .. I dumped that 'I Love Singapore' T shirt over there... I wore that to work, to the market, to cook and every other activity besides sleeping. Back to the food we ate, we had a few memorable meals there, all by Chow Yong and gang. Around the area we cooked, we always had chicken and it's chicks running about. All of the attempts to trick, trap and catch them were all in vain ... 偷鸡不成失把米.
There was also a family rearing ducks opposite us. Everyday without fail, the ducks would be marched out together every morning to the pond and then swagger back during evening time. But when I decided that I should take a picture of the daily duck stampede, the duck family decided that the ducks wouldn't go to pond everyday ... The ducks are very cute one, they seem to recognise strangers and will all head the oposite direction that strangers go. The way they shake their backside is really funny =)
The girls 'room' had a resident cat who stays in their room all the time. Well, living with the cat is fine until it decided to share its rat kill with the girls, by leaving the dead rat's head, entrails and such by their pillows. I happened to be within earshot of their pleas while I was washing up, and had to take out the dismembered rat out of their room. Psychotic cat.
I was one of the lucky few who were spared of any service injury, be it blisters, burns, cuts or diahorrea and fever. Lida had fever most of the time in the village, but recovered to go back to Phomn Penh for RnR. But on the last day, I was given a souvenir by a sickening insect. The sick creep caused a boil on my left arm, which 'exploded' with pus and blood, and 2 of its eggs ... it had the cheek to lay eggs under my skin!! Eeewwww ... I am still bearing the scar of that incident, it looks like another BCG on my left arm.
In the village, we would have to cook our own meals. Partly good, partly bad. Good because ultimately we would have meals that are more suited to our tastebuds. Bad because most of us have, at best, cooking experience at maggi mee level.
This is a picture of me, trying to cook on my roster day. A humble wood-fired stove and wok is the only resource we have to feed 20plus people. So we had to repeat the making of the same dish a few times to cook enough for all. Oh .. I dumped that 'I Love Singapore' T shirt over there... I wore that to work, to the market, to cook and every other activity besides sleeping. Back to the food we ate, we had a few memorable meals there, all by Chow Yong and gang. Around the area we cooked, we always had chicken and it's chicks running about. All of the attempts to trick, trap and catch them were all in vain ... 偷鸡不成失把米.There was also a family rearing ducks opposite us. Everyday without fail, the ducks would be marched out together every morning to the pond and then swagger back during evening time. But when I decided that I should take a picture of the daily duck stampede, the duck family decided that the ducks wouldn't go to pond everyday ... The ducks are very cute one, they seem to recognise strangers and will all head the oposite direction that strangers go. The way they shake their backside is really funny =)
The girls 'room' had a resident cat who stays in their room all the time. Well, living with the cat is fine until it decided to share its rat kill with the girls, by leaving the dead rat's head, entrails and such by their pillows. I happened to be within earshot of their pleas while I was washing up, and had to take out the dismembered rat out of their room. Psychotic cat.
I was one of the lucky few who were spared of any service injury, be it blisters, burns, cuts or diahorrea and fever. Lida had fever most of the time in the village, but recovered to go back to Phomn Penh for RnR. But on the last day, I was given a souvenir by a sickening insect. The sick creep caused a boil on my left arm, which 'exploded' with pus and blood, and 2 of its eggs ... it had the cheek to lay eggs under my skin!! Eeewwww ... I am still bearing the scar of that incident, it looks like another BCG on my left arm.
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