Maths in Cambodia

I've done a brave thing - well, at least that's what people tell me. I've moved to Cambodia. I've given up my job an the ensuring benefits, put my mortgage on hold, rented my place, and said "see you soon" to my boyfriend, family and friends. All so I can travel to another country and help, in a really frustratingly small way. A lot of people have said its something special and they're right - its special but not because of what I'm doing for Cambodia, but what it's going to do for me. I've been here 12 hours so far and I can already tell its going to be life-changing/affirming.

The trip was almost too easy... With the support of my org and flights that ran on time, I feel a little spoilt. We (me and four other vols) were greeted at the airport with a garland of fresh flowers each. SPESH! Then ushered into two vans, given fresh water and delicately delivered to our hotel. EASY.

So far I've supped and sipped my way around the block and was even able to indulge in staying connected with Australia by watching a football grand final. It feels like a nicely organised holiday - but soon, that will end.



I was told yesterday that my accommodation for my work placement has no electricity and no running water. It will be bucket baths for me - what a bloody visual. Me, hunched over a plastic tub, devoid of dignity, weeping and trying to clean myself with a soiled cloth and cupped hands... Eeeeek. One the plus side, it's what I've been after - a shake up of my life so that, like an etcha sketch, my life and mental state will be clean and full of potential. And like supermodel/entrepreneur Giselle, I will also be tanned and exotic.

In summary:
Cambodian Danielle = (giselle bundchen + etcha sketch) x aid work

Thank you Maths B.