Monday morning, I asked my Line Manager for the key to the POE Resource Centre. This was to prepare for the Saturday BEL workshop. With a smile he replied ‘Do not worry... You will get the key by Thursday or Friday of this week’. Pointing to the other POE building he said, ‘Find the ‘cheerful housekeeper’ and she will give you the key’.
By Friday morning, I became a little anxious. There was no sign of the ‘cheerful housekeeper’ who throughout the
week had promised me the key. Finally, she
appeared with a tangle of keys wired together and dared me to try and separate
the one I needed. I sat on the steps
outside our office and like everyone else before me, I did a few twists and
turns to separate the keys when ‘Voilà’
– Success!
Once I had the key, there was a mad
scramble to get the room prepared. Mop in hand and bucket in the other, together,
Kevin my husband, Savy my translator, the ‘cheerful housekeeper’ and I, we began
to clean the room.
Preparing for the workshop |
Unfortunately, the toilets were not functional,
apparently, the man who had authorized the water supply was in Phnom Penh. What
the participants did remains a mystery, although the POE complex has many walls
to hide.
In total 27 Directors and teachers attended
the workshop. They came from 6 different
districts in Mondol Kiri Province, some traveling up to 135 km by motorbike on rutted
dusty roads. At first they appeared
to be just as nervous as me because of their limited English. However,
they went away with a few simple English expressions such as: ‘Hello
my name is … I am from …’
We had enough BEL materials for all participants. The water and snack -banana fritters and sandwiches arrived as planned.
Picking a partner ... |
activities, contributed to discussions and had fun in the process.
Hello my name is … Part 2.
Savy - midwife and super lady ... |
was to discover the wail of a new born baby that had newly arrived in our little community. Savy, our landlady and midwife (not to be confused with Savy my VA), had just delivered a baby in her little shed below our house. Though she looked a little wary, in her English she said, ‘baby’ - ‘proh’. I answered with a nod, ‘baby boy’. She repeated, ‘baby boy’. And we never did know his name.
More later ...
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