Thida invited me to a picnic this weekend. She said it was near her father's rice field, and I figured we would sit on the ground near the rice paddy. It started raining the moment I left, but I ignored that and just went with the flow. I have learned that it is better to not ask too many questions. In most cases, my Cambodian friends have it all worked out, even though my American-wired brain is thinking," W.T.F?" Indeed, that was the case here. We ended up going to a band new park with about 18 thatch roof huts. A small playset for the children, a few benches, all surrounded by paddies and ponds. It was really nice. Since it was raining, there weren't many people, and we had no trouble claiming a bungalow for ourselves. A guy came over, put down a fresh mat for us to eat upon, and served a tray of drinks.
I didn't know there would be food vendors, so I brought a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for myself and a bunch of mangosteens to share with everyone. It was a good thing because they ordered 6 plates of meat including steak skewers, fried chicken, and a riotous mix of pork innards.
After eating my delicious baguette sandwich, I curled up in a hammock and waited for the others to finish their meat feast. The rain made the paths a muddy quagmire, but I managed to drive my moto back to school without falling over.
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