Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Missing Cambodia

Dad said I hadn't updated my blog in a month, since I've been from Cambodia. It's true--there are hundreds of photos I haven't shared or uploaded, trips I failed to mention and most of all, the work I did!

Okay dad, I will do my best to upload mementos, videos, and highlights as I go.

For now, I'm missing my "family" at Horizons in Siem Reap--here I am on one of my final nights with Chantthou, the manager. We're the same age. He is a brilliant guy-speaks great English and Spanish and got a scholarship at an early age to attend hospitality school where he learned hotel management and moved from the country to Siem Reap. His wife Sorcheata is equally lovely and together they have a chubby, smiling baby named Wa-ra-man (king). Chantthou and I had a lot of conversations, some beer, and a few swimming lessons since he really wanted to learn. Even though he knows a lot about the outside world, he's never left Cambodia due to the cost barrier of purchasing a passport.

Friday, August 17, 2012

Ramadan in Malaysia

It didn't register that I was visiting Malaysia in the midst of Ramadan. Living in Cambodia, a Buddhist country, I've become slightly blinded to religion diversity-Cambodian Buddhism is quiet, its principles and practitioners showing their faith by visiting the pagoda to light incense or bring offerings, or when giving money to monks making their daily rounds about town. Like Indonesia, Malaysia is an Islamic nation with numerous ethnic groups, at least when compared to remarkable to Cambodia or Thailand--I ate Indian food three times in three days not because I chose it, but because it was often the only choice. 

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Olympic Fever

After splurging on a plane from Siem Reap to Phnom Penh, a $60 extravagance that bought us five hours, we dropped our bags at the hotel and ran out to enjoy the four hours of free time before meeting with Tim at my Cambodian "hell on earth"--the Perfect Genius Global Print Shop, more on that later. We convinced the tuk-tuk driver to take us to Olympic Stadium after many protests: "why? there's nothing to do there, "I can take you to the museum or the Royal Palace?" So, it's an odd request he doesn't get much from tourists, and it wasn't time for evening aerobics. We just wanted to check it out.

Monday, July 30, 2012

Naga Biofuels

Here's a rough sketch of the project I've been involved with, filmed by an Associated Press videographer who came out here awhile ago to spend a day following us around. The video above is what he edited down after hours finagling funny, unrealistic shots, getting caught in the rain, and of course, sweating profusely.

Because his job is to place the video on the AP wire he submitted this footage, which is un-produced and lacks voice-overs. Still, you can see our setting, the factory and if you're vigilant, you'll catch me!

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Muay Thai, Sticky Rice + Scams, or, Bangkok

(Backposting after 2 weeks traveling all over for work and play)

We made the journey from Siem Reap Town to the big Thai city by private taxi, which translates to a 7 hour drive in a semi-air-conditioned Toyota Camry with a rude and smelly hour-long stop at the acrid border town of Poipet. Once we made it to the front of the line to obtain a Thai visa, the going was easy. Our border escort Samnang let us know that Americans rarely got bothered. Instead, the Thai police reserved extensive pestering for Cambodians, Africans and Indians.

Saturday, July 7, 2012

talks in the rice fields

Last weekend, I hired Noung, a translator-tour guide-Khmer tutor-jack-of-all-trades, to take me out of Siem Reap to interview rice farmers. While I'm here, I need to write a paper for my summer school course on Global Hunger & Food Security. It's hard to research and buckle down, so I chose a topic that warranted first-hand accounts: climate change in the Cambodian rice fields.

Agriculture, and rice farming in particular, is the heart of Cambodia's economy and culture: it employs 77% of the population, and nearly 90% of the rural population. The Cambodian word for food-"bai"-means rice and though I haven't adopted the local diet, white rice is ubiqitous for breakfast, lunch and dinner. For these reasons, preserving the land, water and systems that allow agriculture to flourish and improve is vital. With some background knowledge and a hunch, I set out to learn more about the situation out in the fields.

After a bumpy moto ride taking us about an hour out of Siem Reap we arrived in a village that Noung said was called "Lady Bug Village" for its lush beauty. She knew most of the families here after a stint working for an NGO last year during the infamous flood.

I ended up interviewing 5 families. Each interview took about an hour and included plenty of questions about myself, namely: my age, my marital status, and, why was I still studying? I get these questions in town, but in the countryside the people were more soft spoken and polite, although the women had no problem touching my skin and calling me "sa'at" (pretty.) 

The stories I got were similar across the board: as we drove up to each house we were greeted by a large, intergenerational family hanging out under their stilted house. There were few men, as women typically work on the family's small farm and men travel out to the Tonle Sap (lake) to work in the larger fields, or take on odd jobs. If they don't attend school, children work on the farm as well. At first, I was worried that no one would have time to talk. Farming is taxing and time-consuming. Out here, there's not much else to do, though. No electricity and no town center leave ample time for idle chatting.

Unfortunately,my suspiscionss about slow progress in the face of climate change and rampant development were confirmed. Last year's flood was the worst that any of these long-term farmers had experienced. I carefully asked how much of their crop they lost, and most replied that they lost all of their wet season rice. Wet season rice is harvested first and is typically stored in the house for their family's consumption for the year. Planted later, dry season rice is sold through a middle-men. Sum-lis, an older woman with a beautiful home garden, seemed the most wise and sophisticated. She grew three different varities of rice including a hybrid (genetically engineered) type she purchased after hearing about its drought resistant qualities. Unlike most of the other families, she had adopted a strategic, long-term mindset to diversify her crops to sell at market, and attempt several varities in anticipation of another torrential flood this year.

These families have to face lean times and harsh weather alone. Although they are evidently poor, they aren't the poorest of the poor and for this reason, they don't get government support. Last year, some received some free food aid from NGOs during the flood, but most scrambled to feed themselves. Technical assistance is almost non-existent. Although Mon (above) received training on pesticide use, and others received training on natural fertilizing methods, they are fearful to change their ways despite an interest in using less pesticides.

 I learned a lot and left each house grateful. We turned down several polite lunch offers and said goodbye as I offered each family a humble gift of a few dollars and several packets of wafer cookies that Noung suggested I buy. After talking so much and afterward, digging into some research on climate adaptation and agricultural development here, I'll admit I'm a bit worried after spending a day out in the beautiful rice fields. All the same, the kind spirit and smiles I witnessed definitely spoke of hope.

Thursday, June 28, 2012

The Hash

It's been two weeks, and trying to break the bad habit of comparison. It's drilled into my head now: Cambodia and the states are incredibly, incomparably different and there's no use bringing up these dissimilarities like an incredulous tourist. For example:

"Wow, at home a barefoot five year old girl would NEVER be allowed to ride a bike carrying her naked infant sister in the middle of traffic."

"Isn't it weird that I can bring my can of beer into this nice clean ice cream parlor in the middle of the afternoon?"

"I wouldn't normally think to make sure my hotel didn't have a crocodile farm in the backyard in the states."

"I've always wanted to douse a child in beer, but I would probably get arrested at home."

I didn't state the last one aloud, but who hasn't thought it before? Parents, come on! Fortunately, Cambodians have no qualms accepting all of the above as normal, everyday occurences. Participating in the Angkor Hash Harriers run last Saturday gave me a peep into many abnormalities that both shocked and pleased me.

Apparently, Hash Harriers is an international organization operating these insane events all over the world. Our meetup was just one thousands of meetup occurring regularly around the world. Our group of about 50 was mostly Khmer, and included a group of kids, men dressed inappropriately for a muddy run in work boots and jeans, and a small group of expats like myself. For $5 we got transportation via bus to the "boonies" where we were left in the countryside speckled with ride paddies, water buffalos, huts and rough terrain. After a briefing of the rules-see a water buffalo, stop; don't run on rice, etc, we were off on a mad Hansel-and-Gretel-like hunt for flour marks that denoted whether we were on the right path or had followed a false path.

I ran at the front meaning I logged more miles than the large group of walkers at the back. Moving through thick forest, most everyone emerged bleeding a bit, and after two hours we arrived at the halfway mark: a truck carrying hundreds of beers and soft drinks. Now you know why so many Khmer showed up: unlimited beer and a Japanese buffet at the end.

After a significant monsoon, the latter half was a little more confusing what with drunken Khmer and washed away flour compounding our search. We made it to the end and engaged in a strange, tribal circle tradition in which most of us were shamed into entering the circle while everyone sang lewd songs and forced us to drink beer out of green watering cans. Actually, I drank my beer out of my expensive Nikes, lending them a perma-bread smell.

Why did we douse this sweet child with beer? It's an honor. On his fifth hash, he had woken up early to set the course and now deserved a name. After some deliberation we deemed him "Frog Boy."

I borrowed most of these pictures, and after scanning the truly embarrassing photos of me, I considered leaving myself out of it. But, I'll laugh at myself and admit that this one is probably the best. What?

Friday, June 22, 2012

Animals in Siem Reap....and a picture of me sweating

I stopped by a client's office to grab some pictures of their van running biodiesel and couldn't help snapping their awesome dog

There are animals crawling all over Siem Reap. During the five hour van ride that originally took me from Phnom Penh to Siem Reap, I had to keep myself awake somehow to avoid drifting off onto the shoulder of the van's driver or the large Japanese man I was wedged in between on the front bench. What struck me the most was the sight of so many beautiful stray dogs running around countryside roads and hanging out at each rest stop we visited. It's no different here in town. Dogs are everywhere, and they're really, really adorable. We don't get a lot of stray dogs about in New York City or the United States in general: safety laws, humane societies and the police snatch up untagged dogs, perform PSAs about spaying and neutering and amazing rescue agencies run websites that have hogged many internet browsing hours for me.

The story is a bit different here. I've seen pregnant dogs running about, and tragically, a few dead dogs on the street. I shouldn't leave out all the skinny kittens roaming about, either. My perception of stray dogs has changed--if you see a homeless dog on the streets at home, it's likely dirty and unattractive. I keep waxing on about how gorgeous the dogs are here and how I'm sure they could command a decent price at home. I'd take one! After some research, I've learned that there is a problem with diseases here among strays, so I'm happy that some NGOs are working specifically on this issue. I've cautiously held my hand back from petting them, it's not easy!

I volunteered for a day as a "mycologist," stuffing these bags full of mushroom spores to grow. The cat was a my company.

Not one of the wild macaques. He's in rehab at the Angkor Centre for Conservation of Biodiversity

And wait, there's more. There are monkeys! Biking around the temples in Angkor Wat produces sensory overload: there are striking, ancient works of architectural wonder and..macaques! I nearly crashed my bike into a tuk tuk when I saw my first macaque, the pesky monkeys living in Angkor Wat begging for food from tourists. Tim shrugged them off as an annoyance, "they're not even monkeys. A lot of them can't climb trees anymore." But, they're monkeys! They're really close to me! Apparently, these guys are big troublemakers. In all seriousness, I read a story in the Phnom Penh post just this morning about a police intervention to find an escaped "thief" monkey that caused a serious amount of havoc.

I don't know, I still love monkeys!
At the ACCB...sweating after a surprise hike up to the top of a mountain, wearing a skirt and the wrong shoes!

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

One week in Siem Reap

I've technically been here in Siem Reap about ten days, but I'll disqualify the first two nights as a cushy time continuum for travel recovery. After all, my handle on the geography of Siem Reap were non-existent and I could just manage to walk myself down the linear path leading to the main restaurant strip, Pub Street, and back to the hotel. I attempted to check out a new guesthouse on my own, encountered a busy street, and nervously turned back. I've had discussions about how hard it is to cross the street in Egypt and Iran, and I think urban Cambodia might make the list. No one walks here. I know because I've tried to walk and became exasperated by the mocking laughs I received picking around puddles and avoiding moto-bikes. What drove me to get a bike so quickly was the constant harassing tourists--called "borangs" or "frenchies"--get from "tuk-tuk" drivers. Since Siem Reap developed at a breakneck speed in the past ten years, most of the buildings and businesses sprouting up tend to cater to the vibrant tourist community here thanks to the proximity of the nearby Angkor Wat temple complex. As a result, NGOs form a tight weave here, and I could order grilled cheese, pizza, falafel or tiramisu if I wanted. I prefer to stick to the Peace Cafe for lunch where I can sit under the shade of a tree and order a "Yogi Salad," tofu stirfy and a fruit smoothie. It's pricey at the Peace Cafe, though, at $5 for lunch it's well above what I could pay at other spots where a lunch might run $2.25.

Getting a bike opened up a bit of a new world to me here. I laid down $40 for the red single speed which looks snazzy but functions less than passably. Loose brakes can be heard squeaking a quarter of a mile away and the kickstand has a a way of engaging itself every few minutes. Nonetheless, it's nice to have a way to avoid the insistent drivers and to check out new parts of the city. Tim was kind enough to take me on a dusk ride out and around the temples.

At this point, I have spent my time learning the lay of the land, working with Tim, meeting people and looking for long term housing. As much as I enjoy the pool view and free breakfast, I need to head out of the Golden Banana in the next few days.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

The Victoria Angkor: First 2 nights in Siem Reap

When your boss offers you two free nights in a 5-star resort for your first two nights in town after a long, sticky journey. you should take it. Tim won the stay at a charity pub quiz raffle and thought it seemed silly to stay in town when he had a perfectly good apartment to sleep in. Sure. I've fantasized about a "staycation" in New York before, but luck doesn't have me winning any raffles!

Needless to stay, the Victoria was gorgeous and I felt embarrassed when the wonderful front desk staff pulled my stained, old suitcase into their vintage elevator to head up. Built in the 1930s, the hotel sits in the middle of "Royal Park," a stretch of green gardens dotted with pagodas. The king's palace is in the gardens, so it's his spot whenever he's in town. I asked Tim if it was a big deal when that happened--I've dealt with Obama traffic in LA--and he laughed and said that he was just a figurehead.

It's the height of the "low season" here, leaving the hotel pretty empty, which I enjoyed. I rarely ran into anyone walking around the floors save for tons and tons of geckos both large and small. Both mornings I met Tim for a huge spread of breakfast which ranged from exotic fruit to waffles to sushi and miso soup washed down with as many refills as coffee as I could get. We tried the saltwater pool one evening expecting a refreshing dip in the midst of the heat only to jump into a bath. Sure that they were heating it we brought the issue up to the manager the next morning during breakfast while he sat with us and drank tea. No, it's not heated at all, it's really just that hot.

I walked back and forth down the river those first two nights to head out to dinner on "Pub Street" in touristy downtown. The river path is beautiful but treacherous and I hope to learn how to cross the street in a more effective manner. At night, hundreds of birds screech as they fly out of trees and each "tuk tuk" driver beckons to me on the street as a target for a ride. 

Sad to go, but on to the real world, or, the Golden Banana!

Getting here

Airport coffee, socks, Sinagapore, and a view through wires at my guesthouse in Phnom Penh

I'm playing catch up a bit. Because it's easy, I'll go ahead and blame the delay on jet lag, which seems fine given the unfathomable time it took to get where I am now: Siem Reap. The flight to London was a dream--6 hours of unadulterated sleep punctuated by two meals. I forgot how much they feed you on international flights and my vegetarian food continued to arrive first. I'd let it sit on the tray until everyone else got theirs as I thought "is anyone really hungry enough to eat another trayful of food?" So, I picked at the fruit and always drank the orange juice.

In Heathrow, I entertained myself during the three-hour layover by walking around and noticing all the airport shops that reminded me of my time living in Cambridge a few years ago. Mostly, I felt latent sticker shock after blowing so much money that summer when the Euro to dollar ratio held around 2.5: 1.

Everything hit me in Singapore where I faced a 9 hour layover before a measly hour and a half flight to Cambodia's capitol city, Phnom Penh. After debating internally and walking the huge Changi airport a bit, I made the bold decision to take up a free two-hour tour offered by the airport via bus. I needed to get outside and stretch my swollen legs. Plus, I got to add another gratuitous stamp to my passport.

The short tour circled us around most of downtown Singapore, a clean, modern and tiny country made up of skyscrapers, green lawns and water views. For me, the tour guide made the trip--she was a rousing force who hit on points of personal interest to me, telling us about the banking and manufacturing industry that lined the country's coffers, Singapore's renowned government savings plan leading to mass government housing development for most of the country, and about Singaporean's two main hobbies: shopping and eating. Getting out of the bus, I was slammed by staggering heat and humidity. Fashionable Singaporeans strolled by, unaffected by the weather. We viewed the Merlion (picture above) which was that: a towering statue of a lion spewing water, built primarily to provide a symbol for Singapore's tourism industry. I was happy to drive through Little India, where the thriving Indian community sells flowers andnestles tiny cafes and businesses into several blocks in the city center. I'm glad I made the tour but felt happy to move on to Cambodia. The stark cleanliness of the city compelled me to wonder about the Singapore of the past, before the era of Asian tigers, and the financial bubble. How different did the country look when it was the humble fishing village the guide described?

Made it back to the airport for a quick jump to Cambodia and twelve hours at the Top Banana guesthouse where I enjoyed mediocre red wine, curry and about twelve games of Jenga with a bunch of British backpackers.

Monday, June 11, 2012

Packed and fairly ready to go

Note: I thought this post published about 3-4 days ago, guess not! I'm already in Cambodia, but I figured I'd put it up anyway!

Butterfly on rooftop farm in Queens

Atlantic City

Last American meal, at home

I jumbled my things together this morning for my flight to Cambodia that takes off from JFK tonight at seven PM.  Surprisingly, getting ready for this trip didn’t phase me the same way other trips--a long weekend in Seattle or four days in Jamaica-- did. Two days ago, I beat myself up a bit for leaving some tasks to the last minute: installing huge software files for photo editing, purchasing traveler’s insurance, booking a hotel. I’m confident these minor details, including learning key Khmer phrases, will fall into place.

Before embarking on my three-month journey to Cambodia, I took solace in some pockets of free time in New York City and California. I avoided the subway and opted for long walks and logged some sweaty miles on my bike. Spontaneously ventured to Atlantic City for twenty-four hours. Ate at some favorite restaurants and tried some new ones. Got a behind-the-scenes tour of a commercial rooftop farm in Brooklyn by the farmer herself. Took a quick summer course in food security and lots of yoga. Saw friends. Got a sunburn and peeled.  Turned twenty-five and ate the celebratory gluten-free carrot cake for breakfast, lunch and dinner for a week after.

While at bay now, I’m confident anxiety and uncertainty will find me somewhere-if not on the 30 hour journey to Phnom Penh, maybe while attempting to find a home, learning to edit and produce video, or via my notoriously sensitive stomach. Admittedly, I’ll be learning while doing for most of my time working with Naga Biofuels to document their work getting clean biodiesel to nonprofits, hotels, and dive shops throughout Cambodia. They’ve graciously welcomed me into their venture, and through my fumbling, I’m hoping to help them show their work to the world.

Some critical information:

Working for Naga Biofuels in Siem Reap, Cambodia

No iPhone! Instead, I’ll be using Skype: alisa.ahmadian

Not sure where I’ll be living yet, but I know I’ll be staying at the lovely Golden Banana until I figure it out.


Friday, January 27, 2012

a weekend on a cold farm

cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times. I found moments of
peace in cheap rooms just staring at the knobs of some
dresser or listening to the rain in the dark the less i needed the better i felt.
 -Charles Bukowski, Let it Engulf You

Sometimes, I need to get in touch with nature, escape the bounds of the city and feel the raw, winter wind rip across my cheeks and through my knee socks while I mingle with livestock and snowflakes.

Minus the merciless cold, it's nice to get out of the five boroughs once in awhile. Especially if it means a trip to a wonderful sustainable farm just north of the city that also happens to house a prolific farm-to-table (literally!) restaurant: Blue Hill. The farm tour at Stone Barns might have thrown me for a frigid loop but it might have been the most fun I've had while numb--the farm is an incubator for young regional farmers looking to learn skills to start their own ventures and also houses heritage breeds of sheeps, pigs and chicken. Using greenhouse technology, the farm turns out amazing produce year-round. During our four-hour incredulous dinner at Blue Hill later that night I had a taste of some of it...

Beets so many ways! Sushi! Chips! In champagne! On a veggie "fence!" The best (beet)burger ever! 
Sweet potato donuts!
The crustiest Balthazar bread
Gorgeous veggie carpaccio!
2 dessert courses!
A bottle of Pinot Noir from the Santa Cruz mountains!

I'll dream of this meal for years to come. The unmatched service and and thoughtful accommodation throughout the custom "vegan" eight courses--which felt more like 20--- are hard to find. The quality of the produce was impeccable and it came without an organic label, something to think about for hard-nosed shoppers. Our farm guide chalked up the lack of an organic certification to the unjustifiable administrative cost for the small farm. Definite food for thought!

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

...and we're back!

The end of marathon training really took its toll when school started--November 6th couldn't come soon enough once I began attempting to fit in 20 mile weekend runs in the midst of midterms, econ tutoring , group meetings, lectures and...school happy hours. 2011 is over, I'm back in NYC starting the new year off right with a new internship, frigid weather, museum trips, theater and funny baking adventures (to make "Persian" Chocolate Cake, add chopped raisins to typical German chocolate cake icing.) I'm aiming to revive this little project. Without further excuses, I'll wrap up with an abbreviated collage of iPhone photos tossed with some anecdotes for a new year full of characteristic forgetfulness, messes and laughter. Onwards and upwards!

From left to right, top to bottom:

First row:
1. A nice local kale salad for Thanksgiving: massage with vinaigrette, add chopped hazelnuts, diced apple, caramelized onion
2. Good riddance to the marathon, moving on to running retirement and yoga binges at my lovely studio
3. The big 2-4
4. Final printed version of my tattoo art before inking

Second row:
1. Jamaican spring break
2. Last day lunch at Cook+Fox 
3. Craiglisted a bike for sweaty summer rides

1. Saluting Lake Tahoe on a chilly winter hike with the whole family in our first vacation in years. Minimal fighting!
2. Ending the year with plastic fur, chopped strawberries in prosecco and a wonderful night of music at Brooklyn Bowl with great friends.
3. Caramel pretzel brownies from one of my favorite food blogs
4. Last day of 2011, Carston Holler's freaktastic world at the New Museum

1. Home sweet Los Gatos
2. Playing with pears...
3. So much great live music in '11! Bon Iver at Prospect Park on a warm summer night
4. Moved from one neighborhood to another in Brooklyn, still had to run over many, many bridges

1. Started a nice weekly dinner tradition with the girls, sadly let this one fall by the wayside
2. Amazing restaurants! Where I went over and over: Gracias Madre (SF), Curly's, Pure Food & Wine, Westville, Mud, Caracas, Milon, Rockin Raw, Juice Generation, and countless others.
3. More running, really?

1. Roommate friendship bracelets at Fashion's Night Out. Mine fell apart later that night. 
2. Successful group presentation on water & sanitation in rural Guatemala!
3. A very brown, Gaga Halloween.

That's all I've got!