P2H3
We've been going to the Phnom Penh Hash House Harriers for a while - 12 times now to be exact. So I thought it was about time to post some photos about what this shindig is all about.
This is the train station we gather in front of at 2.45pm each Sunday
and the truck that we travel in...

Last weekend the run started in the Special Economic Zone.

As you can see, the Special Economic Zone currently consists of a magnificent gate, and not much else. Land ownership in Cambodia seems to be alot about fences. if you buy a piece of land, then the first thing you've got to do is build a big fence around it. If there's no fence, it's pretty much free game. Similarly, if there's no gate, then clearly it's an invitation to just walk right in.
So we were marginally surprised when some men lounging around the entrance to the Special Economic Zone waved us down and said we couldn't enter. But without too much fuss, they eventually let the small convoy of cars and the truck full of crazy barangs (foreigners) to go in and do what they needed to do. We didn't even have to bribe them.
Our run took us through some beautiful green rice fields punctuated by sugar palms - a real symbol of Cambodia -
And across some local bridges...

Villagers often come out to watch us run past.
Or are already out and about.


(Added by Brett): They often yell "hello!" at us as we run past. Usually they do it kind of expectantly, as if they're hoping for some kind of response, and giggling if they get it - it's a bit like when people tap on the outside of a fish tank, hoping they'll get a reaction from the strange creatures inside. Our presence in the villages - and especially the fact that we are running around like idiots, clearly exhausted and covered in sweat - is fascinating and perplexing to them. A Spanish colleague of ours, while exercising, was once told by a confused Cambodian - "But if you run like that, you'll get tired!". In any case, we're happy to provide them with a few minutes of entertainment, and probably endless opportunities for jokes at our expense afterwards.
This is the train station we gather in front of at 2.45pm each Sunday
Last weekend the run started in the Special Economic Zone.
As you can see, the Special Economic Zone currently consists of a magnificent gate, and not much else. Land ownership in Cambodia seems to be alot about fences. if you buy a piece of land, then the first thing you've got to do is build a big fence around it. If there's no fence, it's pretty much free game. Similarly, if there's no gate, then clearly it's an invitation to just walk right in.
So we were marginally surprised when some men lounging around the entrance to the Special Economic Zone waved us down and said we couldn't enter. But without too much fuss, they eventually let the small convoy of cars and the truck full of crazy barangs (foreigners) to go in and do what they needed to do. We didn't even have to bribe them.
Our run took us through some beautiful green rice fields punctuated by sugar palms - a real symbol of Cambodia -
Villagers often come out to watch us run past.
(Added by Brett): They often yell "hello!" at us as we run past. Usually they do it kind of expectantly, as if they're hoping for some kind of response, and giggling if they get it - it's a bit like when people tap on the outside of a fish tank, hoping they'll get a reaction from the strange creatures inside. Our presence in the villages - and especially the fact that we are running around like idiots, clearly exhausted and covered in sweat - is fascinating and perplexing to them. A Spanish colleague of ours, while exercising, was once told by a confused Cambodian - "But if you run like that, you'll get tired!". In any case, we're happy to provide them with a few minutes of entertainment, and probably endless opportunities for jokes at our expense afterwards.

1 Comments:
It must be good to meet up with other wierd looking people on a sunday, but do you wear sunday shirt Bek?
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