Friday, August 29, 2008

Sights

Wednesday, August 27, 2008
8:15 PM ICT
Seat 12C, Bangkok Airways Flight 693
Somewhere over Phnom Penh

As the plane leaves the ground, and I leave the country I have called home (and called ‘very weird’) for nearly four weeks of my young life, I find myself becoming pensive, wistful, and perhaps a little excessively loquacious. And as I consider this electronic log I have been keeping, I cannot quite shake the feeling I have in some way failed to capture on these virtual pages the true essence of this country… the day-to-day of Cambodia. And so, to remedy this, I present a list of things I saw today while wandering Phnom Penh; and through this I hope to capture something about the country and the culture. My walk was unspectacular, uneventful, these things I list are everyday occurrences in this city, nothing spectacular.

Today, I saw:
  • Five identical cell phone card shops, all the same chain (a monopoly in Cambodia), in a row.
  • Two monks with shaved heads, wearing the traditional bright saffron robes, buying cellphone cards at one of these stores.
  • Cute small children, wearing rags and begging.
  • Several old men and women, horrifically burned and missing limbs thanks to landmines, also begging.
  • An effeminate Cambodian street-side barber apparently checking me out. (There’s actually a lot of barbers on the sidewalks of Phnom Penh, and, coincidentally, a lot of human hair on the sidewalks of Phnom Penh.)
  • A fat sweaty white tourist, who, while having a small Cambodian child polish his sandals for a couple thousand riel (about 50 cents), was yelling at the wait staff at the restaurant he (and, unfortunately, I) was eating; and all the while pretty much ignoring the sad, pretty, heavily made-up, and very young Cambodian woman who was sitting across from him.
  • An item on the breakfast menu at the same restaurant called a ‘western omlet’, which was an omlette with either bacon OR sausage OR cheese.
  • A market stall selling cut-up fruit to snack on, with one employee searching through the display of papayas to pull out all the ones with particularly large mouldy spots.
  • A market stall selling touristy stuff (carvings, silks, handbags), right next to another market stall, set up almost identically, but selling car parts.
  • A whole street where every single shop had a giant display full of durian fruit – outside the store.
  • A cop, hassling an old lady who owned a fruit stall, almost certainly for a bribe.
  • Many people pushing carts full of slowly-cooking sea snails on an open fire.
  • Another open fire, this one blazing nicely on someone’s front lawn.
  • A huge, bright, shiny building (one of the most expensive in the city) labeled ‘Ministry of Taxes’ (expensiveness of government ministry buildings is directly proportional to the level of corrupt power of said ministry).
  • Many men, in order to cool off, pulling up their shirts and exposing their bellies (that’s just what the men do here, especially if they’re sweaty, fat, or old… few are hairy here).
  • One man, approximately 45 and 10kg overweight, pulling up his shirt to cool off, and unintentionally revealing a back full of deep and ancient scars, clearly a result of the Khmer Rouge.
  • A small statue of a Hindu asura (demon) that looked to be an actual 700 year old statue, sitting on public property, at the edge of a pool of garbage-filled stagnant water.
  • A public park (mentioned in a previous post), with kids playing and food vendors selling barbecued miscellanea, that has, at the centre, Wat Phnom, a large temple that was built in the year 1373.
  • A giant, shiny, 12-story glass office building being built, using scaffolding made of thin, and incredibly crooked, lengths of wood.
  • A counter over top all the traffic lights at major intersections that counts down the number of seconds left until the light changes; which really only makes has the effect that, around 10 seconds left, everyone collectively gets impatient and starts moving out into traffic.
  • A tuk tuk driver I owed $5 (a huge amount), agreeing that, because I was temporarily out of cash, I could leave without paying, and pay him later when I had change (which I did).
  • A desk at the airport where, in what seems to be an incredibly institutionalized form of bribery, foreigners must pay $25 in order to leave the country.
  • A security person at the airport, who, instead of being an unsmiling jackass, actually chatted with me for a good minute or so about whether or not I liked my time in Cambodia, and when, if ever, I was coming back. I smiled, and told him truthfully that I hope to come back as soon as possible.

East vs. West

Wednesday, August 27, 2008
6:36 PM ICT
Bangkok Airways Passenger Lounge, Phnom Penh International Airport
Phnom Penh, Phnom Penh Province, Cambodia

For a second, I want to discuss the selection of free food available at the Bangkok Airways Passenger Lounge at the Phnom Penh International Airport; and in doing so, I hope to shed some light on the prevailing cultural differences between East and West. You see, the lounge must cater to all passengers, no matter what compass point they hail from. And so:

In terms of drinks, nothing spectacular: tea, coffee, water, mystery fruit juice. All relatively culturally neutral. In terms of food, we have a selection of four items. The first two are similarly neutral: cake (everyone loves cake) and chocolate croissants (Cambodia’s history of French colonization means the croissant is well-established). So far, so good. It is in the final two items that the crux of my argument lies.

First, for the Easterners: wrapped in a banana leaf comes some form of dumpling thing. Outer shell is somewhat shiny, somewhat sticky, may have at one point been rice… or potentially noodle. Congealed, green-ish. A few oddly-textured black beans are stuck to the thing. Inside, some form of bean paste. Ever so slightly sweet, even perhaps slight bitterness. Very subtle, very strange flavor.

And representing the West, sausage rolls.

So do you want your bread perfectly square and infused with coconut… or would you prefer it deep-fried?

Poverty, corruption, and greed in Cambodia

Tuesday, August 26, 2008
8:59 PM ICT
Equinox Restaurant
Phnom Penh, Phnom Penh Province, Cambodia

***This is another post I've been writing for a little while, and an issue I've been thinking about basically since the moment I got to Cambodia. The post remains a little rough, and probably not as well thought-through as it should be, but whatever.


I think I’ve mentioned at some point that I planned to do a blog post about this, and I’ve been thinking about it for a while anyway… the issue, not the blog post. It should be noted that I’m writing this post while sitting in a restaurant that in Canada where a drink would probably cost 6 bucks each; but I’m drinking a pint of beer that cost $1.25 and I just ordered a sicilian pizza that costs $4.00. So in a way, if I say a civil servant here gets $40 per month, that figure can’t be considered in Canadian terms. Salaries must be considered in terms of cost of living is basically what I’m saying. That being said, when I say a civil servant’s monthly salary is $40, you must also remember that it’s been determined that a living wage would be $110 – so difference in cost of living only accounts for part of the difference in wages.

(Another way to think about it, and a bit closer to my area of expertise: One study comparing Canadian and Cambodian beer girls four that beer girls working in Canada made an average of $846.10 per month, while beer girls in Cambodia made an average of $58.30. They’re making a lot less, but they also need less per month: Canadian beer girls reported needing $433.62 every month, while Cambodian beer girls only needed $119.79. The problem is this: the Canadian beer girls, though they had higher expenses, made 267% of what they needed, but Cambodian beer girls only made 48.7%... it’s not how much they make, it’s how it compares to what they need. And it compares shittily.)

(Also, while most things are cheaper in Cambodia, not everything is. Anything produced outside the country remains expensive. So a meal at a nice Cambodian restaurant is 4 dollars, but a meal at a McDonald's is still closer to 6, and a bag of Doritos is still 2.50. That doesn't matter so much, but the fact that gas is the same price in Cambodia as it is in Canada does matter; and it also matters when Cambodian businesses try and compete on an international level.)

I should also mention that this post may sound vaguely like a left-wing rant. I should also mention I talk about economics, and use phrases like ‘GDP,’ ‘trickle-down effect,’ and ‘macro-level factors’ in this post. I also probably use the word ‘fuck’ somewhere.

Now, let’s consider the implications of the low civil servant salaries for a second. I want to do this because, even though civil servants are only one group facing economic difficulties in Cambodia, and though they’re not the group I know the most about; they are people like teachers, policemen, and judges. So if there’s a problem for them, it becomes a problem for the rest of the country. And the name of that problem is corruption. It is commonplace for teachers to charge extra fees to their students for ‘tutoring,’ for police to do random checks and to accuse people of imaginary crimes. The criminal justice system is a joke, because even the most serious criminal charges can be (and have been) dealt with, with a bribe to a judge (past examples of this have included a pedophile sex tourist who was arrested in Cambodia, but paid a judge $1000 and got off scot free). This is not corruption out of greed or malevolence, it is subsistence corruption. When you talk to Cambodians about government corruption – and people, including government officials, are willing to talk about it quite openly – no one blames those who demand or take bribes; it’s simply how they survive. But not only that; it actually allows the salaries to stay low, because it’s known that the money will be made up through bribes (sort of the same way the minimum wage for waiters is lower because they get tips, except that this destroys the rule of law and any chance of accountable social services).

(A side anecdote: Dr. Beat Richener, the founder of the Kantha Bopha hospital I talked about in a previous post, knew that, in founding his hospital, it was essential there be no corruption. So, he made the base salary at the hospital $250/month. And by base salary, I mean that’s what the custodial staff make. In a country where police make $40. And guess what? No damn corruption. Pay people enough, and they generally won’t often choose to be evil.)

But the low civil servant wages also have other consequences. For example, the beer companies, who pay the beer girls I have been doing work with, can brag about their high salaries (normally starting at $45, then increasing to $55 a month). So even though they provide only around half of what the women need to survive, they can legitimately claim they’re giving high wages! (And also, unlike civil servants, who have a degree of power that they can use in order to get bribes, the beer girls have no power, and so are forced to find other means of making up the difference, like selling sex.)

So who benefits from such a system? Well, clearly, those in power who are allowed to pay these obscenely low wages. In this country, that starts with the great prime minister Hun Sen – who has the unique distinction of being a member of the Khmer Rouge that terrorized Cambodia in the 70s, the Vietnamese forces that occupied Cambodia in the 80s, and being the prime minister ever since 1997 (when he staged a bloody coup, but since then he's been reelected twice, most recently earlier this year). Hun Sen is a key figure in this because he bridges the two groups that benefit. The first is high-up members of the government, who squander domestic resources and foreign aid and line their coffers in forms of corruption that could never be considered subsistence corruption. And the second group are foreigners who own businesses in Cambodia (Hun Sen fits this group because he’s been accused of slowly been selling Cambodia off to foreign multinationals). It is these companies (beer companies included) who are benefitting from poor Cambodians. That’s right, not only are the poor getting poorer in Cambodia, the rich are not getting richer, because there are no rich Cambodians, because everything is foreign-owned (hotels, for example, are largely owned by the Chinese and Vietnamese; and the genocide museum, housed on the site where thousands were tortured and died under the Khmer Rouge, was recently sold to a for-profit Japanese company).

I rarely root for the rich, but at the very least, as the rich get richer, there would be a trickle-down effect. Now I’m normally suspicious of trickle-down, but it’s real in Cambodia, for one reason: the $40 per month salary for civil servants was determined based on the country’s GDP (makes sense; taxes pay their salaries). So if there’s more Cambodian business, and more Cambodian profit, Cambodian salaries go up; and a new cycle is formed.

And this is what needs to happen. As Cambodia has entered the world market and tourists have flooded the country, cost-of-living is slowly increasing. My driver in Siem Reap (a very sharp guy who can talk about Cambodia’s social troubles for hours if you give him the chance) pointed out to me a new condo development that’s going up where the units will cost $200 000 each. He pointed to it with pride, as evidence of Siem Reap ‘on the go’, but also with a fair degree of consternation, aware that everything is getting more expensive, and soon, the 80% of Siem Reap’s inhabitants who live below the poverty line will be left without options.

But there’s a whole other set of problems associated with Cambodia’s rapid expansion… not micro-level expansion like new condos, but macro-level factors. Cambodia was reintroduced to the world stage in 1993, and changed in the space of 15 years from post-genocide borderline-agricultural society to tourism destination and free market economy. It’s not only that people can’t pay for their dinner; it’s that they’re being forced into a way of life entirely foreign to them within a very short period of time. Society needs time to evolve of its own accord; it can’t simply have such dramatic change forced upon it. When they’re feeling generous, foreigners comment on Cambodians as ‘relaxed’ and ‘easy-going’, but when they’re feeling capitalist and cynical, the words ‘lazy’ and ‘unambitious’ seem more to apply. These are people without capitalist minds being forced into capitalism hyperdrive.

And this is where my comments about the fishers and farmers in the countryside come from. They are living in unimaginable poverty, but, in general, I don’t feel sorry for them. Sure, I feel sorry for them if they need medical care they can’t afford, if the fields or the rivers become barren and they can’t buy food to survive, if natural disasters strike and they’re not prepared. But I don’t think that in general more money will make their lives better. They simply live outside the market system. This is what they’ve always done, and just because the UN came here in 1993 and brought McDonald’s, doesn’t mean they need to change.

And, going back to what I was saying in my ‘Phnom Penh – first impressions’ post, it’s not even simply that the people don’t have the resources to adapt, as evidenced by Phnom Penh’s rapid adaptation, it’s that government initiatives (welcome back Hun Sen) that could aid in this transition, fail to make it to the provinces. Those outside the large cities (and in general, anyone outside Phnom Penh), who are those who need to make the biggest adaption, are given the least support.

Goddamn this beautiful amazing country!

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Alive and well

Wednesday, August 27, 2008
10:10 PM ICT
Tate Cafe, Suvarnabhumi Airport
Bangkok, Thailand

Hey I've been writing other stuff and that will get posted soon, but right now I'm on a crappy wireless connection in Bangkok Airport with limited battery life, so I just wanted to do a quick post to address something:

There's been news on CNN recently about riots in Bangkok that turned violent, and I thought I should just quickly say I'm fine. (You know that thing where you hear about some terrible international news, and you think of someone you know who's within 1000km of there, and you automatically assume they were killed?)

I am in Bangkok, but I only got in an hour ago or so, by plane, and I'm still in the airport, and I will be until my flight leaves tomorrow (about 10 hrs from now). As I understand, the rioting is at some government building, and not city-wide, and not likely to spill over to the airport. I'm fine. Bored, but fine.

See you all shortly!

PS: I also didn't die in the floods in Vietnam a couple weeks ago, or when that guy was knifed at the Olympics in Beijing. I assume you were all killed in the gas explosion in Toronto? Then who am I writing this for?

Monday, August 25, 2008

More fauna

Monday, August 25, 2008
6:36PM ICT
Angkor Phnom park
Phnom Penh, Phnom Penh Province, Cambodia

Hmm, third post today and I have yet to mention anything I've actually done today. Let's fix that.

This is the elephant that I rode today:

This is the monkey that bared its teeth at me today (though it may have been yawning... or pooping):

This all occurred in a park in the middle of Phnom Penh. And that’s really all you need to know about today. Also went to some temples and saw a solid gold Buddha that weighed 90kg and is covered with over 2000 diamonds, but fuck that... Monkeys and elephants!


Coooool!!!!

Post-Khmer Rouge

Monday, August 25, 2008
6:27 PM ICT
Room 29, Golden Sun Guest House
Phnom Penh, Phnom Penh Province, Cambodia

Early on in thinking about this blog, I decided I wouldn’t talk about one subject: the Khmer Rouge. The years of 1975 to 1979 were simply too destructive, too horrific, and far too present in the minds of Cambodians, and I simply think the blog format is not one respectful enough to confront the topic.

But I did give mention to it in the last post, and it’s simply too important a topic in this city not to discuss, if only briefly.

If Siem Reap is a city obsessed with the Khmer dynasty and the Angkorian temples they built, Phnom Penh is a city obsessed with the Khmer Rouge. The genocide museum and the killing fields are two of the top ‘tourist attractions’ in the city. Probably every social, political, or economic problem in the country today has some kind of roots in those terrible four years. Every single Cambodian you meet who’s over 35 has permanent scarring (mental and often physical) from those terrible years. And that’s all I’m going to say on the topic.

Phnom Penh – first impressions

Monday, August 25, 2008
5:11 PM ICT
Room 29, Golden Sun Guest House
Phnom Penh, Phnom Penh Province, Cambodia

I just realized that I’ve been in Phnom Penh almost four days now, and have yet to say anything about it. Also, it’s way too hot out and I spent the day sweating, so I’ll sit in the AC and blog.

Phnom Penh, compared to Siem Reap, is bigger, louder, dirtier (in places), much much cleaner (in other places), more Western, and much much richer. There’s a sense in Siem Reap (and, from my brief view of it, Battambang as well) of being removed, certainly from the Western world, but also from anything apart from it. It’s less of a city-in-a-country, and more of a lone village, the way much of the world would have been organized in an earlier era. City-states, tribal villages, nomadic tribes, that kind of feel. But no such feel exists in Phnom Penh. You’re clearly in a city-in-a-country, and not only that, but a capital city, a city-in-control-of-a-country. There is evidence of this in the size of the city (population is now over 1 million, which is huge here) and in the variety in the city (there’s actually separate industrial, residential, and commercial areas that are far away from each other). It’s also in the number of beautiful ornate temple-like government buildings, evidence of the rampant corruption in the Cambodian government. (Warning, this is a link to a dry US government report, but damnit, it’s an interesting dry US government report!) And it’s also in the embassies, which all have a fortress-like quality that attest the constant instability of the Cambodian political situation (at least one embassy – the French embassy – has actually become a battleground during at least one time of political upheaval – the rise of the Khmer Rouge).

Phnom Penh is not only a city-in-a-country, it’s also clearly a city-in-the-World. The influence of the West is everywhere, as billboards for KFC cover the walls around the construction sites where skyscrapers and casinos are going up. Unlike Siem Reap, the conversion to a market economy is almost complete (though, when we asked him to take us around the city, our tuk tuk driver still took us to the American-style shopping mall as a point of pride for Phnom Penh). When we went to the bar, it was last summer’s top-40s playing, as opposed to the stuck-in-the-80s selection in Siem Reap (and similar could be said of fashion). Phnom Penh is also a much more tourist-centred town. Almost all public employees speak passable English, the waterfront has been redeveloped to house a series of bistros and restaurants serving burgers and fajitas. It’s somewhat surprising, really, because it’s Siem Reap that really has a 90% tourism-based economy, while Phnom Penh has a much more diverse base (there’s a consistent pattern in Cambodia of any government initiative, be it economic development, traffic laws, or HIV/AIDS prevention programs, never making it out past the capital city’s border).

Phnom Pehn, crawling with tourists at dusk.

One tourist on a boat, in front of the Phnom Penh waterfront, shortly after nightfall.

It’s also somewhat frustrating, really, because the town is so tourist-y it becomes difficult to have an ‘authentic’ Cambodian experience. There’s no need to ever use the few Khmer words I've picked up, because everyone speaks English; and I never worry about doing some hand gesture that might offend a local, because all the locals have so much experience with westerners that they’re doing the same hand gestures themselves. The streets are in fact specifically designed to make it hard to find the areas where local, non-tourist-serving Cambodians are (it took me and Natalie accidentally wandering down a side street, through a temple courtyard, and down an alleyway to find a marketplace where Cambodians actually shop). You find yourself migrating to Western food restaurants, not because you want to, but because it’s hard to find anything else (a small obligatory ‘Khmer food’ section at the back of every menu and featuring the same five dishes notwithstanding). Even balut is hard to find in Phnom Penh!

However, I must admit that, despite myself, I do occasionally find it a relief to be able to find French fries that taste like French fries, or to be able to ask for a fork without restoring to a five-minute pantomime. I just sometimes wish the restaurant down the street didn’t have poutine on the menu.