Articles tagged with: TV
Cambodia 008 – To Takeo
February 19, Monday, 2007, Kampong Trach
Once more I have to go back in time again to catch up with my story. I had decided to leave Phnom Penh by riding my bike in a loop to the south coast and then back to Phnom Penh. I could have gone in either direction on the loop. I could have gone down National Highway 4 directly to …
Guinea 064
Friday, February 23 3:10 p.m. Kankan
I have a room at Bate’s Hotel in Kankan. First impressions matched the name and I immediately dubbed the fellow who showed me the pitch black rooms “Norman.” I knew I’d end up taking the room (the options in Kankan aren’t exactly overwhelming in number it was either rooming with Norman or a place at the Uni Hotel with a …
Guinea 028
Sunday, January 7 8:45 a.m.
I’ve been in Kindia nearly a week now and it’s starting to feel like time to move on. But not today. Today I’ve been invited to a kind of memorial service for Ashaki’s uncle. He died forty days ago and the entire family and many friends have been arriving all weekend for the service or “sacrifice” as Phd has been calling …
Guinea 014
Friday, December 22 9:00 a.m.
I seem to have been unusually lucky in terms of the police. I’ve ridden my bike all over Conakry and haven’t been stopped once by anyone for an ID check or bribe scam. Angie was very surprised to hear this. She won’t even go to the Madina market because she is harassed every time and counts herself lucky to get away …
Guinea 008
Saturday, December 16 4:50 a.m.
My second trip to see the rooms that are available for rent was strange but probably fairly typical for Guinea. At least I was the only one who seemed to find the process a bit unusual.
I went to Marie’s small apartment at 6:30 as we’d arranged. The small door into the compound was open and I just walked in. The yard …
Guinea 007
Friday, December 15 11:15 a.m.
I changed my pattern today and went out into Taouyah before my morning coffee. It was still cool and I wanted to take a look at the Taouyah market. Silly me I thought I’d already seen it – the row of stalls lining the main road. But yesterday Sundar sent the young boy who works at his shop off to the …
Korea 021 – My Battle Cry
On the rare occasion when he had something to say to all the foreign teachers, Director Lee communicated with us through Barry, a New Zealander in his early forties. Barry had spent many years teaching English in Japan and spoke good Japanese. He had been employed at FLS long enough to rate his own desk beside Director Lee’s. He was the “Person to Person” specialist …
Korea 011 – Seoul and the Inn Sung Do
THE INN SUNG DO
The Ajimah at the Inn Dae Won was glad to see me back and put me back in my old room. The Inn Dae Won hadn’t improved in my absence, but at least it was familiar. In fact, it felt almost homey, and I began to find my place in the rhythm of the strange life there. There were always people lounging …