Well, I went to church today. Not something I normally do, but I’m looking for people who (a) speak English, and (b) aren’t here for the drugs and hookers.
Christians are kind of weird, and especially these guys.
I also paid my rent today. I gave it to the Grandma who appears to run the joint. I wanted her to sign a receipt in my notebook. She didn’t understand, and the 20-something girl with her didn’t understand either. She went to get another girl, who was probably 17 or so.
She came out in her PJs. I explained I wanted a signature. She looked it over, explained it in Khmer to the other two, and after much nodding and chatter, signed it. Then, after a discussion with Grandma, she asked me, “Do you want to come to my room?”
I smiled and said it was okay. She walked away without another word. (Hey, sorry.) Then the other girl offered me a ride to town on her motorbike, which I pretended not to understand; I don’t know why. I think at that point I was just trying to be consistent.