Greetings from Phnom Penh, it has been a while since we have written. It is hot here; big surprise and things are going pretty well for the most part.
We did have an unfortunate incident the other night coming home from dinner in a Tuk-Tuk. Just as we were pulling up to our apartment building a moto came alongside us and reached in to the Tuk-Tuk and grabbed Marilu’s bag. As we had just been to the gym they got away with a lot – clothes, running shoes (impossible to get the real thing in Cambodia), iPod (almost impossible to get the real thing, phone (O.K they have got these), Oakley sun glasses (they have these spelt Oklee, probably not much of a sun block) and biggest bummer, the camera. The good part is that we had been carrying our passports earlier in the day to get travel visas and we had stopped home on the way to the gym to drop them off. So it could have been so much worse. #@%*^^&$ thieves!
So, being who we are, we ranted and raved, called the bank to cancel the ATM card and called the phone company to stop the SIM card in the phone – we had called the phone and it was constantly busy so the thieves were calling everyone they knew to gloat about their latest targets I am sure (you didn’t happen to a call on Friday from a gloating Cambodian, did you?). Once we got English speakers, the cards got cancelled, we think – you are never sure here and one huge cultural difference is the people smile and laugh at everything – even robbery. You can imagine how well that went over with us as we were angrily trying to get things sorted, strangely they don’t seem to have the words ‘Mother F%#@er’ and ‘Thieving Co%^$#%ers’ in Cambodian. We were told the ATM card was cancelled but we couldn’t check our balance or anything cos we couldn’t remember the secret number (turns out later the bank had it in their system with some wrong characters). We were told the phone was blocked but we couldn’t stop them from transferring the credit to another phone and they couldn’t trace where it was (I think they can). Confused by all this, us too.
The next day we made a list of what was gone and had it translated in Khmer by our apartment manager (who we had to apologize to for shouting at the night before when she was smiling and telling us what great entertainment it was to see Marilu crying and the thieves were roaring down the street on their motos-talk about cultural differences). We took it to the police station around the corner – now comes the part about the bribes…
You enter a small, narrow office where a man is asleep on a folding bed and another one is sound asleep on the desk, both of them in their underpants. Simon had to physically shake one to wake him up. They looked at us, said nothing and produced a rickety plastic chair that they insisted Marilu sit in (nothing for Simon). The awake one cleaned up his bed, went outside, farted (I guess something is the same in Cambodia) washed, brushed his teeth and went around back to start cooking food – still not a word. We had given him the letter in Khmer and he put it on a desk. Simon decided to go get gas for our moto and left for 15 minutes, during which the other one was woken up, Marilu was motioned to sit back down every time she stood up to see what was going on and they all sat down to eat outside. When Simon returned he asked what they would do and was greeted by blank stares… in the end we got a pen from a beauty shop, wrote down names (not real, I am sure) and then shook our heads. On the way out Simon mentioned a reward for returned items and all heads perked up – a pen was produced (wonder where that one came from) and our address was duly noted (on the guy’s hand) so he could come collect the reward. We are not holding our breath for any results from Cambodia’s finest. Remember that last time we were here in 2002 Simon was able to buy an authentic Police I.D badge from an authentic policeman for $3.
So, should we have given more when pulled over by the police- would that have increased our standing with the city’s best? It does make me wonder (and worry) what would happen if something were truly wrong – don’t think I will be going to the police for help.
And since the rat thieving bastards (cleaned up for kids) got the camera, no pictures this time for the blog….. Marilu and Simon
PS This should not stop anyone from coming to visit us – bag rip offs happen in any city anywhere and there was no physical damage whatsoever to either of us other than high blood pressure, extreme anger and feeling stupid for having my bag on my lap rather than between us where I always carry it as a precaution. Off to Vietnam for the Cambodian New Year. It is the year of the cow so happy Moo’s to you and yours.