The Cambodian Rice Festival held their annual rice-tasting event this week. It is held, not only to promote the importance of rice, but also to determine which province produces the best rice of particular varieties. The winning rice will then be sent to the International Rice competition at the TRT World Rice Conference. Last year, Cambodia won The World's Best Jasmine Rice award. The rice was grown here in the Battambang province where I live. I'm not a rice expert, but it is very good, sweet and tasty. Some people eat it plain.
"Kim Jong-Il is gonna be so pissed when I win the Nobel Peace Prize for rice!"
"Um, sir, I'm afraid no such prize exists."
"It does now. Booya! And I declare myself the winner!"
The water level remains the same as yesterday. I talked to Bop on the phone, and she said the bottom floor or their house is flooded, so So-poo-et and her son are staying upstairs with her. From the sound of the baby crying in the background, they were others seeking refuge there as well. I spent another day lounging, reading, and trying to kick this cold. How did I get a cold in the middle of the tropics?
This afternoon, Frederico, my gecko, emerged from his sleeping spot in the cable covers on the wall. He stood there for a minute, then shook his whole body rapidly. Something black fell on the floor with a splat. Yep. It was a turd. A large gooey gecko turd. Well, at least I know he's getting enough to eat.
"Kim Jong-Il is gonna be so pissed when I win the Nobel Peace Prize for rice!"
"Um, sir, I'm afraid no such prize exists."
"It does now. Booya! And I declare myself the winner!"
The water level remains the same as yesterday. I talked to Bop on the phone, and she said the bottom floor or their house is flooded, so So-poo-et and her son are staying upstairs with her. From the sound of the baby crying in the background, they were others seeking refuge there as well. I spent another day lounging, reading, and trying to kick this cold. How did I get a cold in the middle of the tropics?
This afternoon, Frederico, my gecko, emerged from his sleeping spot in the cable covers on the wall. He stood there for a minute, then shook his whole body rapidly. Something black fell on the floor with a splat. Yep. It was a turd. A large gooey gecko turd. Well, at least I know he's getting enough to eat.
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