Getting Settled

I have moved into my new home, a group house in Phnom Penh. At present there are only two others, a girl and a guy, both out here for six months as well. More housemates to arrive in September. I have started working and am currently learning the ins and outs of the business-this is a horrible pun, but I am trying to find some kind of black humour to get me through what I am going to see here. So far looking at basic operational issues and enjoying being at a workplace where they sing and dance in the afternoons and sometimes play Bob Marley tunes. Across the street is a house where they make flip flops and everyone is high on glue. Good times.

In town, there are options: Huge local markets, with Khmer food, but also many fancy western cafes with $3.00 coffees and pancakes and muffins. I saw a street vendor selling dead tarantulas for snacks the other day. An expat friend described eating one, crunchy legs, but eating the body he said "took some getting used to." Right: While I am embracing this experience, that is one thing I will never do. Ahh, but never say never, right? In other firsts, I have been riding on the back of moto taxis, which I thought would be too scary, but is in fact so much fun. In the words of Sheryl Crow, a change will do you good.