The kids loooooove playing with our cameras which is fine by me, just means I have a thousand photos of flowers, and the ground and strange objects, and me pulling faces.
The kids and their new toys
Frank.
Inspired by nanna and her love for indigenous Aboriginal artworks, I decided to teach the older kids a lesson on Australian culture. Afternoons they have in their head that all we will do is colouring in, but I try and mix it up with craft as well and keeping it a little educational-especially the more advanced older kids, so we wrote and read a bit about aboriginal culture, and I showed pictures on my iPad, explaining the techniques of their art work. We then used sticks, the tips of paint brushes and our fingers to create our masterpieces pictured.
We sat for an hour talking, or rather Socheat interpreting for us and she was such a fun, happy, smiling lady you just wanted to constantly hug her. She told us she really liked us and that she think of us like her daughter. We have been invited to stay with her whenever we return (soon I hope) as long as we teach her English. She kept thanking us so much for helping Cambodia and the things we were doing. It was hard to leave her place not grinning from ear to ear. We said our goodbyes, and exchanged long hugs and rode back home on the motorbikes.
Socheat (sot chit is how it’s pronounced) had been asking us how we eat passion fruit and I had tried to explain the concept of pavlova or on fruit salad, and she said so never as a drink? A drink!? Well now I understand its glory, passion fruit, sugar, honey and ice and voila, heaven! Already ready and waiting for us to arrive! The only way to consume passionfruit from now on!























