Cultural Differences

Oh my hell. Yes, I didn't use (expletive delete) or (insert expletive) the word is totally justified in this case. I don't know entirely what to say to convey my emotions but I thought the cultural differences I have with Cambodia would come much later. Yes, I am still considered a practicing monk and two, life always gets interesting for me when I get angry. In my past trips to Cambodia, it's always happened that I am put in a situation where I need to choose between what I practice and what I don't. I've been to soft-burlesque houses of massage, I've been in other religious services, I've grown up in a family full of different religions, associations and ideas. So it comes to no surprise then that often when I meet these occasions I have a way of reacting to it, but would rather not have to be in those situations to begin. So the story today? Bridge a gap, strengthen a bond and do things I don't usually like to do anymore: Party at the Club.

 

You need to understand that Cambodia is very much into western culture and it's similar to the world many consider outside Utah. But imagine those ideals and the imbalance of monetary value and life and you have an idea of how prevalent the ideas of the west are. Well sufficeth to say, it came down to club or karaoke bar, when I say club I mean bar and when I say karaoke bar I say what you think it is. Nevertheless no one chooses and we go to the Playaz Club (which by the way is really nice, but had a surprise picture on the wall that made me realize why I don't like beached whales. So that party dies down and everyone has their drinks. My favorite was the test tube margaritas that looked as if you had drawn blood from the radioactive swamp thing. Well off to Mr C's something and lo. I will say this in Cambodian and for those who are interested can ask me in e-mail or person. Why on earth "mian manuh kadoy dael ceh niyiay hauy tvei ompeu ckuart. Aaeng kung meen teen dael bong mom mian puak mak dael bondal ?aoy broprut ompeu taok tiab" So basically I break a fight in the club, yes, Mr. Peng me. And this isn't any club, it's a really cool and hip and even has a young lad waiting by the restroom to turn on the faucet and give you towels, no joke. Anyhow, as you my friends know I don't drink, often and you can drink all you want around me but you won't get me to budge but I ain't gonna hate on you if you do. Well after two of three of us succumb to peer pressure things get a little tipsy and that's just me! I show this Cambodian chicka that the Mormon allure is strong and any girl I snae isn't the one that snae's me. We dance, I bust my groove and the girls look on then a fight breaks and I'm pulling people off each other… yeesh… Could I get any angrier? So that's my first day and I still haven't even been able to post these blogs. We leave for the beach tomorrow and I just pray that I will continue to just figure things out and stay true to the individual I am. Wish me luck.