In Otres Beach I found a completely legit message in a bottle. I decided to take a walk on the beach one afternoon and spotted it in the sand right on the shoreline. I was ECSTATIC. I felt over the moon. I mean, who finds a message in a bottle, like ever?! It’s a thing of movies, music, and myths. But I had my very own! I could hardly believe it. I didn’t even open it right away. I took it back to my bungalow, took pictures of it, and talked about it for a while. Finally, I opened it. The note was wrapped in a 100 Riel note (Cambodian currency, worth less than three cents).
The message read:
I was intrigued. I immediately Googled “CPOC Wonderfuland Mr. Kim” and quickly solved the riddle. CPOC stands for Caring for Poor and Orphaned Children, and is a program that helps local children in poor rural areas outside of Phnom Penh by providing them with shelter, education, food, and mentoring. Mr. Kim is the founder. “Wonderful Land” is one of three centers for children, and is currently the only true orphanage. There is also Happyland and Dreamland, both of which are still being developed and are currently functioning as community centers for local kids.
I thought that Fate, Destiny, and Serendipity had all intervened to place that bottle in my line of vision. For days I had been meaning to research volunteer opportunities in Cambodia, and now one had come to me… literally washing ashore at my feet. The Universe is calling me, I thought. So, I shot off a quick email to Mr. Kim and within a few hours had organized my stay at CPOC. I was soooooooo excited.
But things don’t always go according to plan, do they?
The first thing that went wrong was the ride out to the CPOC center. It was organized for me by Mr. Kim. I was picked up at my hostel in Phnom Penh by a tuk tuk driver and dropped off at an outdoor market where I was transferred to a “minibus”, which is really just a 15-passenger van… except that they forcibly loaded 27 people (25 adults and two children) into it. Being one of the last five people to get in, I didn’t have a proper seat and was squished in, onto a bench, with bodies touching mine on all four sides, like a can of sardines. Every time they opened the door to let another passenger in, I thought to myself, “Oh my god. I cannot do this. I have to get out.” But I didn’t. I don’t know why I didn’t get out (and I wish I had), but I just endured. Of course there was no air con in the van, and it was about 95 degrees that day. We constantly stopped to drop people off, which meant that I had to get out of the van and the van crew had to unload EVERYTHING from the back of the van (which was roped shut because it was overflowing with everyone’s bags, goods, etc) and then reload everything and everyone back into the van. The town where I was dropped off, near Takeo, is 81 kilometers (about 50 miles) from Phnom Penh. It took 3.5 hours to get there… 3.5 excruciatingly long, hot, sweaty, cramped, miserable hours.
- I wasn’t at Wonderfuland, the orphanage and school where I had wanted to volunteer. I was sent to Happyland, a community center (that will eventually be an orphanage) where they teach enrichment classes before and after the local kids go to their public school.
- Happyland’s classes had been canceled for the upcoming week because school was on break for the Khmer New Year. I arrived on a Saturday, which meant that I wouldn’t be doing any teaching unless I stayed for at least 10 days. I had planned to stay for one week.
- The electricity wasn’t reliable at Happyland and often went out, meaning no fans. There was no air-con or running water at the facility (which I knew before going and was fine with), but no fans = no air flow. No air flow = extreme heat = dripping sweat = feeling terrible = wanting to die.
- My bed was a dingy foam mattress on the ground of a large 2nd floor room above the center, where all the volunteers slept. There were no sheets on the bed and the only ones I could find didn’t fit. Thank god for my travel sleep sheet.
- It was in the mid-high 90s every day.