Cambodge Soir, or On the Anthropology of Foreign Assholes in Southeast Asia

listen to me think out loud while i work like a maniac on temporary assignment in a famously poverty stricken southeast asian country.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Sambath and Samnang

Those are the names of my drivers. I will take pictures of them before I leave. They're great guys, and it's nice to see them in the morning and after a long day and have people to make jokes with and not have to talk shop with all the time. They are kind and generous. Samnang, especially, and as his English is very good, our chats tend to have more depth and it's a relief to feel understood. I can't make this blog known to any coworkers here because they would discover that even the drivers are well aware of office politics, and Samnang is probably the most perceptive...

Yes, of course it is weird for me to have "drivers." I would much rather take motos and tuk tuks around town and to the office than be driven around like some VIP or something. It's extremely awkward for me and I loathe being started at while I'm in the Jeep. But due to the history of the country and our office's security concerns here, the senior staff hosting me insist on assigning me someone to pick me up for work in the morning and take me back to the hotel at night. Apparently, what I do and how I get there after I am dropped off at my hotel at night is wide open ;)

I will miss Sambath and Samnang when I leave.

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