<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721</id><updated>2012-01-23T23:37:18.583+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling Code Brown</title><subtitle type='html'>The official and only recognised chronicle of Benjamin and Rebecca.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-965387346042630459</id><published>2008-04-04T20:14:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:55:33.397+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/R_YqExNJUwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/BoKOshtMpGY/s1600-h/Laphroaig+Plot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/R_YqExNJUwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/BoKOshtMpGY/s400/Laphroaig+Plot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185378282380022530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome! One bottle of scotch and I'm a landowner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-965387346042630459?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/965387346042630459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=965387346042630459&amp;isPopup=true' title='128 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/965387346042630459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/965387346042630459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2008/04/awesome-one-bottle-of-scotch-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/R_YqExNJUwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/BoKOshtMpGY/s72-c/Laphroaig+Plot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>128</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-7367887407363365132</id><published>2008-04-04T09:42:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T10:17:17.872+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have serious intentions of getting this big ugly machine working again now that Ben is on "sabbatical". Just returned to PP after a month for Ben and 2 weeks for Bec back in Australia and its affiliate (and well ok, superior country) New Zealand (they have the water).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our return has not been without its challenges, for those who see signs in events you may say that Cambodia does not want us back. These "signs" have included:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Two 24 hour blackouts inside the first week back (you just sit in the dark and sweat..)&lt;br /&gt;- Ben stepping on a glass and having 12 stitches sewn into the bottom of his foot (there was lots of blood)&lt;br /&gt;- A shortage of gas and doubling of the price (this has the populace very upset)&lt;br /&gt;- Bec being witness to further bag snatching's and a medical crisis with one of her colleagues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the worst of this is now over however. On a bright note we have returned to mango season - big huge juicy (and cheap!!) mangoes. mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip down under was fantastic and we will probably post some photos soon. It was great to see friends and family in Melbourne, Albury, Canberra and Brisbane and also reconnect with 95% of Ben's kiwi family attending his cousin's wedding in NZ. The wedding was really nice, being held in the small town the family comes from. The scenery of South Island NZ is truly amazing and one of the best places you could ever visit. And they have the water. And green grass which I believe may be now extinct in southern Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Ben is bound to crutches we will try and get some pictures and more posts up. I know....don't hold your breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-7367887407363365132?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/7367887407363365132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=7367887407363365132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/7367887407363365132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/7367887407363365132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2008/04/hi-to-all-now-have-serious-intentions.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-4011338465972498885</id><published>2007-12-02T18:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:55:33.579+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Sorry and a Shed (by Ben)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! Owing to an ailing interest in writing blog posts I have not contributed much in the last 6 months. Im sorry.  Its hard to maintain a steady flow of posts and now everyone seems hooked on the Facebook (something I steadfastly refuse to join). Anyways Bec is in NZ and i have been a little bored - so here I am back on Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have little of interest to write about and and will therefore share the first draft of a Manshed I am designing and plan to one day build. A friend recently alerted me to the concept and I was immediately enthused. My recipe is one part grown up cubby house, two parts fun and the tiniest pinch of functionality. Christmas is also just round so the corner and this looks just a little bit like a wish list for Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/R1KgG6uIm3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/ghhOz62-7po/s1600-R/Manshed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/R1KgG6uIm3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/JElQLKwnwvE/s400/Manshed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139346165485575026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Vintage Premier Drum Kit - not necessarily Keith Moon's but something similar would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;2. Fender Jazzmaster and a Marshal stack (well of course).&lt;br /&gt;3. Persian rug - cheaper the better and only from the retailer who needs to clear his warehouse by 30 June or face bankruptcy.&lt;br /&gt;4. 24-channel mixing console (for sitting next to when interviewed for music documentaries)&lt;br /&gt;5. A unique and moderately comfortable couch.&lt;br /&gt;6. Picture of Michael Tuck + autograph (i actually have the autograph already).&lt;br /&gt;7. Home Brew Kit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure there is a lot more yet to add. A door would a solid idea. Perhaps some walls and a roof. You get the basic drift anyways. Love to all. More posts to come - I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-4011338465972498885?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/4011338465972498885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=4011338465972498885&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/4011338465972498885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/4011338465972498885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2007/12/sorry-and-shed-by-ben-hi-owing-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/R1KgG6uIm3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/JElQLKwnwvE/s72-c/Manshed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-113392307890849771</id><published>2007-09-29T17:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T17:44:14.461+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Welcome to the World - Elia Sara Inglis!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My dear friend Teesh gave birth to her first child on Friday (I think it was Friday - however the text was sent at 1:31am so she could be an early Saturday baby - I'll have to check with her Mum). Either way...she has entered the world and I am looking forward to meeting her and spending time with her Mum in November.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congrats Teesh and Bryan on your first child! A momentus and special occasion. We are thinking of you and we send lots of love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-113392307890849771?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/113392307890849771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=113392307890849771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/113392307890849771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/113392307890849771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2007/09/welcome-to-world-elia-sara-inglis-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-7021361114793967514</id><published>2007-07-29T20:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:55:33.962+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transplanting Rice &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(by Bec)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey all, just wanted to make a quick entry to say that this weekend, through my work, I got to experience transplanting rice. We have an office in the provinces, just over an hour out of Phnom Penh, which has several rice fields. Every year my work gives staff the opportunity to volunteer their services and help. I, of course, was keen to go along and know what it was like. And let me tell you...it is hard! The actual process is simple - as you follow the guide of a rope that has rubber bands attached to it, all evenly spaced. Where you find the rubber band is where the rice plant goes. So that part is fairly simple - what is hard, is being out in the heat, bending over constantly to plant. Being in the mud though is kind of fun, although it makes walking a little harder and very squishy. All up, I think I lasted less than an hour....so I possibly wasn't that much of a help....but it was a great experience and I'm glad I went along. I have uploaded some photos on &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/benbecca/sets/72157601076110550/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt; - a lot I have marked as private because they are of work colleagues and their children, so if you're not a member (or listed as a friend or family member of Ben and I) you won't get to see the whole set but I have left some of them open for public consumption. In the meantime, here are two to have a look at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092610827487509042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RqyWkNezejI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/S-XkQbqpckE/s320/Rice+to+be+planted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The field in which we planted...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092611746610510402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RqyXZtezekI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Quj83eNYuI8/s320/IMG_0772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-7021361114793967514?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/7021361114793967514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=7021361114793967514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/7021361114793967514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/7021361114793967514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2007/07/transplanting-rice-by-bec-hey-all-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RqyWkNezejI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/S-XkQbqpckE/s72-c/Rice+to+be+planted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-1084132635950159207</id><published>2007-07-14T13:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:55:34.265+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm flying what airline?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whilst posting funny photos of Kenny's chicken I realised I had one more to share...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a photo of a FAT (Far Eastern Air Transport - why isn't it called FEAT?) Cargo plane that I took the other week...and of course I have to say the obvious joke: "It's the one airline where you are expected to exceed your weight limit"... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086938848157419346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/Rphv7j6Ox1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/TIwnhEHfmvA/s320/FAT+Cargo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's one we took a few years ago before we started blogging...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086945127399606114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/Rph1pD6Ox2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/ssx-vFHAn-4/s320/FAT+air.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-1084132635950159207?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/1084132635950159207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=1084132635950159207&amp;isPopup=true' title='89 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/1084132635950159207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/1084132635950159207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-flying-what-airline-whilst-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/Rphv7j6Ox1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/TIwnhEHfmvA/s72-c/FAT+Cargo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>89</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-176557035811996794</id><published>2007-07-14T11:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:55:34.755+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kenny Roger's Roasters in KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben and I have been meaning to post these photos over the last few weeks...they were something we were entertained by whilst in KL at the end of June. We had no idea that Kenny Rogers had a fast food outlet, let alone a thriving chain of them in KL. Not even the reference to Kenny's chicken in a Seinfeld episode made us aware of the fact that this golden nugget existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So please enjoy our photographic tour of Kenny Roger's Roaster outlets...we did everything but stop and eat the chicken....or as Kenny would put it "we just dropped in to see what condition his chicken was in"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086927977595193106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RphmCz6OxxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1y1UN75_xkw/s320/Kenny+Rogers+Chicken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the Kenny Roger's sponsored chicken run...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086929016977278754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/Rphm_T6OxyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qyqAKK5ajA8/s320/Kenny+Rogers+Chicken+Run.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and his Mexican fiesta...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086930180913415986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RphoDD6OxzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aFzOVUOmxnY/s320/Mexican+Kenny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and his boxing chicken...oh wait...no, that's not a Kenny's chicken!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086931095741450050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/Rpho4T6Ox0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/3UHQ-wBqrFw/s320/Its+no+Kenny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-176557035811996794?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/176557035811996794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=176557035811996794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/176557035811996794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/176557035811996794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2007/07/kenny-rogers-roasters-in-kl-ben-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RphmCz6OxxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1y1UN75_xkw/s72-c/Kenny+Rogers+Chicken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-1402562401191587554</id><published>2007-07-11T19:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T20:40:23.015+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Flat tyres and emotional roller coasters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and I have been feeling rather homesick recently. Attempting to share in friends joy as they become parents or become pregnant has made us acutely aware of just how much we are missing out on over here. It's times like this you have to step back and assess whether the benefits of living over here outweigh those of living at home. We're not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know that we currently have work opportunities that we would never be afforded back home and we both enjoy our jobs despite the various frustrations that crop up. But there are many challenges to living over here that you grapple with each day and today I'm afraid posed many...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with the guy who delivers our newspapers knocking on our door at 6:30am to collect the money due for the next three months of delivery. Early wake up calls are not something I have adjusted too in this country and despite being up and already dressed, he scared the bejesus out of me knocking on the door at that time. With a brief exchange I sent him on his way empty handed (I didn't have enough money). But the surprise of him turning up left me with a slightly unsettled feeling as I set off for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with my mind ticking over, I was driving down our narrow street aware of the fact that another motorbike was coming towards me with three guys on it. The driver didn't have great control, so he was coming towards me at fairly close range. At the same time as this, an older woman, who I presume is a neighbour, stepped out onto the street without looking. I was metres from her and had no time to brake and no room to swerve to the otherside, so I tooted my horn (as I so often do) and narrowly missed hitting her by millimetres. She of course yelled at me, as though it were my fault she stepped out and didn't look and I drove on with my heart thumping and my stomach churning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had not got more than a few streets away when my bike started to wobble. I had only been at the mechanics yesterday fixing my foot-stand that had become loose, making it hard to change gears and balance the bike. Now here I was wondering why my bike was off balance yet again. As I pulled over, I took one look to the rear of the bike and discovered my first flat tyre. I let out a groan and promptly went about searching for a roadside mechanic to do the repairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wheeling my bike 100m in crazy morning traffic; and stopping off at 4 different places that had brand new tyres on display out front, only to be told no...I was feeling rather frazzled. Thankfully an elderly Cambodian man appeared from out of his small shop, which had chips and other fast food snacks on display and he offered to fix my tyre. I then noticed the old tyre inserts and tools he had for doing just that. It was quite a fascinating process to watch as he filled the inner tube of my rear tyre with water to find the holes and then cut out new rubber to melt down and patch over these trouble spots. Within 10 minutes my bike was fixed and it only cost 1,500Riel (approx 40 cents) for the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was not a good start to the day, especially when I was heading to work for an all day program meeting, at which I had to do a two hour presentation I was not fully prepared for. I called Ben to inform him of my adventures whilst my bike was being fixed and surprised myself as my frustration bubbled to the surface and my voice began to waver, just as it does before you cry. My logical side was muttering, "what are you gonna cry for??...the bike is getting fixed and you'll be at work on time...it's no big deal"....but there bubbled the emotions all the same. Thankfully, as I stood there on the street, I held it together and did not cry but I have to admit, today has been a roller coaster of emotions. When I got home this evening, Ben's day had not been much better. So we ordered in some comfort food...and decided...friends, family, we miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-1402562401191587554?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/1402562401191587554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=1402562401191587554&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/1402562401191587554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/1402562401191587554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2007/07/flat-tyres-and-emotional-roller.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-8068321762987236140</id><published>2007-06-18T14:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T15:54:10.001+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Family Visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(by Bec)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday 8th June 2007, marked the first time my immediate family has all been together in the one space, at the one time, in 3 years (??). The last time being (if I remember correctly) at Tullamarine airport in Melbourne, farewelling my brother as he headed across to the UK for work. Now three years later, he is still there.... as is my sister, who made the journey across about two years ago and now lives with her English boyfriend, Mark. So my parents know in very real terms what being "empty nesters" is all about, with all three children living OS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with the arrival of June, across the continents they came and with that the "Griswald" Family Holiday in Cambodia began (we watched Lampoon's Vacation way too much growing up). Alas, there was no Wally World to be had but there was fine dining and markets...and for Gaz and Mark - Temples, land mines and rifles. The time seemed to fly by...and all too quickly everyone departed...but not before Phnom Penh put on an impressive heatwave; a monsoonal storm; a trip to the provinces with Ming Yim's family; and a birthday party for yours truly. It's official - I am old......er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my brother is back in the UK, most likely at work; my parents, sister and Mark are in Kota Kinabalu soaking up the sun; and come Thursday, Ben and I will be in KL awaiting the arrival of my parents, sister and Mark, to spend some last few days together (shopping and eating) before saying our final farewells for now. Who knows when the next family tour will be? And where it will be.... London? I do know that after months and months of planning this visit, it went all too quickly....but I want to say thanks to my family (Mark included) for all travelling so far to celebrate my birthday - you made it special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-8068321762987236140?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/8068321762987236140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=8068321762987236140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/8068321762987236140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/8068321762987236140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2007/06/family-visit-by-bec-friday-8th-june.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-1226816882771709180</id><published>2007-06-03T21:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:55:35.057+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stay Gold...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other night we had a sunset that reminded me of one of my favourite movies as a teenager, studied in English class at school: The Outsiders. If you've not been fortunate enough to hear of or see this movie, go to the following links: &lt;a href="http://www.theoutsidersbookandmovie.com/"&gt;http://www.theoutsidersbookandmovie.com/&lt;/a&gt; and/or &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086066/"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086066/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the movie, one of the characters, Ponyboy reads a poem by Robert Frost. Here's the poem:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nature's first green is gold, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her hardest hue to hold. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her early leaf's a flower, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But only so an hour. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then leaf subsides to leaf, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Eden sank to grief. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So dawn goes down to day, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing gold can stay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the famous last lines said later on in the movie by his friend Johnny...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, whenever I see a really golden sunset this poem always seems to enter into my head...or at least the lines from Johnny of: "Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay Gold".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I thought I'd share with you all just how beautiful and gold the sky was the other night (23rd May. Here are some photos from our roof top...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071842544292786098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RmLN7BlI77I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zNKi8a1mY38/s320/IMG_0539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071844962359373762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RmLQHxlI78I/AAAAAAAAAEY/aPgj4reezxs/s320/IMG_0547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-1226816882771709180?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/1226816882771709180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=1226816882771709180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/1226816882771709180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/1226816882771709180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2007/06/stay-gold.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RmLN7BlI77I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zNKi8a1mY38/s72-c/IMG_0539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-6805494842016495174</id><published>2007-05-17T10:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:55:35.995+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Celebrating King Sihamoni's Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...well we started this post some weeks ago but seemed to only get as far as the heading. Must have been our celebrating the Royal birthday that tired us out, as we did have 5 days to party on down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, since we had this time up our sleeve, we decided to leave the country and do some travelling thanks to the cheap airfares of AirAsia. So to Krabi, Thailand we went....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we relaxed with scenery like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071826347971112850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RmK_MRlI75I/AAAAAAAAAEA/va9MTacMXro/s320/Last+day+at+Ao+Nang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071823616371912578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RmK8tRlI74I/AAAAAAAAAD4/8moNHXSjcxw/s320/IMG_0348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071827262799146914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RmLABhlI76I/AAAAAAAAAEI/bFhQz50KTz4/s320/Long+Tail+boat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So if these photos are at all enticing and you'd like to see others of our travels (perhaps Ben and I pretending to be clown fish) then head to the following link: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/benbecca/sets/72157600230372177/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/benbecca/sets/72157600230372177/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you'd like to hear anecdotes of our time in Krabi then I'm afraid you'll have to wait until you are in the presence of our company, as we feel far too lazy to write (blogger shame). In the meantime, here's a brief synopsis: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"We did the usual touristy things: swam at the beach; rode on a long tail boat; rented a motor bike for the day to go sightseeing (mainly aquariums and beaches) and ate seafood. We had fun".  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-6805494842016495174?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/6805494842016495174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=6805494842016495174&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/6805494842016495174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/6805494842016495174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2007/05/celebrating-king-sihamonis-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RmK_MRlI75I/AAAAAAAAAEA/va9MTacMXro/s72-c/Last+day+at+Ao+Nang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-5745568186522217553</id><published>2007-04-16T22:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:55:36.429+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greener Pastures&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might have noticed the changing colours of our blog. Green has always been my favourite colour (except for perhaps a pink period in '85) so I find the new hue rather pleasing to the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am wondering...have Ben and I taken it too far in our hallway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054048592855341042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RiOWau60l_I/AAAAAAAAADw/QkHRKn-x-30/s320/Greener+pastures.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assure you this is not trick photography, we actually have a fluorescent green light bulb(purchased unintentionally of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I half expect slime to run down the walls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-5745568186522217553?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/5745568186522217553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=5745568186522217553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/5745568186522217553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/5745568186522217553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2007/04/greener-pastures-by-bec-some-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RiOWau60l_I/AAAAAAAAADw/QkHRKn-x-30/s72-c/Greener+pastures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-6278766169642489832</id><published>2007-04-15T16:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T16:38:12.590+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Khmer New Year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Junpoh chnam thmei"....(wishing you a happy new year)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's that time of year again...a time to get out your water bombs and talcom powder and wish your fellow neighbour a happy new year. Although if you are not in Cambodia (or Thailand &amp; Myanmar, as it's their new year also) then it may seem a bit strange to cover your neighbour's face in talcom powder and throw a water bomb at them when they're not looking. Could be fun if you're bored though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As for Ben and I, we are enjoying a very long weekend and a deserted Phnom Penh. We have stocked our fridge with an abundance of food so that there is very little reason to leave the house...and we have settled in to celebrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; our anniversary...not of our relationship but of having arrived in Cambodia. I'm not sure if it feels like two years... or more...or less...but two years ago it was that Ben and I arrived in this fine country...and two years ago it was that Steph took us to Wat Phnom and I got caked in talcom powder, as I watched Khmer youth play games and "court" one another. What an initiation!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So with two years having passed one might expect Ben and I to reflect on such times and note what has changed and what hasn't...perhaps even what we have learnt from being here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What has changed?....Shopping malls are quickly emerging across the city...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What hasn't changed?....It's freakin hot in April!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What have we learnt?....(well not Khmer that's for sure)...perhaps that it's always freakin hot in April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-6278766169642489832?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/6278766169642489832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=6278766169642489832&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/6278766169642489832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/6278766169642489832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-khmer-new-year-junpoh-chnam-thmei.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-3517946736465567179</id><published>2007-04-15T15:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T16:09:41.367+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Congratulations Leigh and Kara!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago, in eager anticipation we posted a congratulations to Leigh and Kara on their wedding day. This was before realising how premature we were in this. Now we are a day late (we clearly are not good with time)...but that's not to say we didn't think of you both yesterday and make a toast in your honour, because we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Leigh and Kara, congratulations on your special day...may you have a lifetime of happiness together. We wish we could have been there to share and celebrate the day with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love and best wishes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bec and Ben xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Any chance we can see some photos?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-3517946736465567179?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/3517946736465567179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=3517946736465567179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/3517946736465567179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/3517946736465567179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2007/04/congratulations-leigh-and-kara-week-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-2023224454534167216</id><published>2007-04-15T13:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:55:38.144+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Malaysia, Truly Asia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Last weekend Bec and I went to Kuala Lumpur to watch &lt;em&gt;"the pinnacle of motorsport that is formula one."&lt;/em&gt; We stayed in a hotel that was very near two very tall and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Petronas_Twin_Towers"&gt;very identical buildings&lt;/a&gt;. These cloned structures looked especially amazing at night when viewed from a taxi with your head tilted at a 45 degree angle. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053573629601945570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RiHmcO60l-I/AAAAAAAAADo/_0TjmoKfT_Q/s320/Petronas+Towers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The hotel was full of the english and assorted northern europeans who we guessed had also come for the race. The hotel also offered a very nice buffet breakfast that i made more than appropriate use of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sepang racing circuit is located (you guessed it) in Sepang. Sepang is also where the airport is located. The airport is 70km's from the city. Therefore (once again you guessed it) the Grand Prix actually billed to be hosted in KL is found well beyond the defined city limit. Now in Asia, or anywhere else in the world for that matter, this would probably make you expect some challenges and a deal of planning, time and cost to reach the desired destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was, but we are happy to say not as much as we had expected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a very fast train that runs between KL and the airport. I dont know if it is as fast as the very very fast bullet trains you see on documentaries in europe or Japan but it sure was quick. This made the whole journey quite pleasant, the only additional hassle being 2 buses we were required to catch to actually get near the entry gate to the grand prix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owing to work commitments and the like we could only attend the race day itself and none of the days preceeding. We made the most of it however and secured some fine seats at the end of the main straight. Our granstand afforded a very close view of corners one and two that would promise some &lt;em&gt;hot racing action&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot was the word of the day, in our grandstand we sweated a lot whilst eagerly awaiting the race. After the cultural spectacle, sorry after the &lt;em&gt;planned&lt;/em&gt; cultural spectacle (there were plenty of unplanned cultural spectacles to see on the day), cars finally came around to line up on the grid. I have seen F1 cars a few times before but you still get that tingle up the spine when you hear the sound they make, well at least I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on everything happened very quickly - suddenly they had started and well if you want to know the details of the race click here - &lt;a href="http://www.pitpass.com/fes_php/pitpass_news_item.php?fes_art_id=31027"&gt;details of the race&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos Bec took...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053570910887647106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RiHj9-60l4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/jj1mK_PK1wE/s320/Ben+at+GP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053571396218951570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RiHkaO60l5I/AAAAAAAAADA/e8gmgzUrRvo/s320/1st+Lap+Turn+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053571830010648482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RiHkze60l6I/AAAAAAAAADI/i47-LhiIyZ4/s320/Down+in+Front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053572130658359218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RiHlE-60l7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/BunPVpdD43I/s320/Ha+ha+I%27m+winning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053572598809794498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RiHlgO60l8I/AAAAAAAAADY/fw4JWq20LtI/s320/Who+knows+what+lap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053573062666262482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RiHl7O60l9I/AAAAAAAAADg/0SEYDSW9qhQ/s320/An+excited+Ben.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-2023224454534167216?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/2023224454534167216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=2023224454534167216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/2023224454534167216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/2023224454534167216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2007/04/malaysia-truly-asia-last-weekend-bec.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RiHmcO60l-I/AAAAAAAAADo/_0TjmoKfT_Q/s72-c/Petronas+Towers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-3143876678648421543</id><published>2007-04-06T21:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T21:15:15.330+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Welcome to planet earth Atticus Patterson!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday morning at 10:05am (Australian EST), Sean and Cheryl welcomed the long awaited Atticus into this world. At 8 pounds 13oz, we are told he is every bit as beautiful as his Mum (and you too Sean).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;To his parents, Ben and I would like to say a huge congratulations and how delighted we are. We send you all our love and hope to see photos of little Atti soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-3143876678648421543?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/3143876678648421543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=3143876678648421543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/3143876678648421543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/3143876678648421543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2007/04/welcome-to-planet-earth-atticus.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-597231384878834383</id><published>2007-04-04T21:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T21:31:45.765+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The real reason they invented the internet (By Ben)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world beard &amp; moustache championships (WBMC) have updated their website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beard Team USA really is something to behold and I find it hard to see how traditional world-bearders Germany will overcome this all star line up. The perfect mix of youth, experience and facial hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldbeardchampionships.com/"&gt;http://www.worldbeardchampionships.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best address on the net bar none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join my campaign to have soul patches granted competition status.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-597231384878834383?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/597231384878834383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=597231384878834383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/597231384878834383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/597231384878834383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2007/04/real-reason-they-invented-internet-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-7505551450716842910</id><published>2007-04-01T16:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:55:38.804+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Vespa Rally (by Benna)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I attended my first ever Vespa rally today. It was really fun. I met a lot of people and most of them owned Vespas. Neat. We stood around initially and offered rather obvious compliments "oh, I really love those mirrors" "Yeah Ive seen this bike around, really cool". None of us had the appearance of seasoned rally goers and Im pretty sure we did not know what we were supposed to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a while we hit the streets. It also happened to be an election day in Cambodia so most things were shut and the streets were even quieter than they normally are on a Sunday. I have never ridden in a pack of anything before but i found the whole thing refreshing. We rode all around town honking our horns and causing general confusion. At one stage we did three circuits of the Independence Monument, lacking a strong leader none of us wanted to turn Alpha and demand we press on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all it was fun. The coolest moment came when an old couple just happened to be passing on their Vespa and decided to cruise with us until the turn off for the market they were headed. Some khmer do like Vespas despite what people may say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heres some photos. I was riding Bob, he is the one in the foreground on the first photo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048395683870582290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/Rg-BIH64phI/AAAAAAAAACg/dVPFi-OT-IU/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048397444807173666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/Rg-Cun64piI/AAAAAAAAACo/7Yn8sBC9dnM/s320/IMG_0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048397453397108274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/Rg-CvH64pjI/AAAAAAAAACw/gMP9wQQ2fOQ/s320/IMG_0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Some guy decided to trump us all by bringing this really cool BMW bike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-7505551450716842910?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/7505551450716842910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=7505551450716842910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/7505551450716842910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/7505551450716842910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2007/04/vespa-rally-by-benna-i-attended-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/Rg-BIH64phI/AAAAAAAAACg/dVPFi-OT-IU/s72-c/IMG_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-1181638615381257060</id><published>2007-03-15T16:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T16:51:36.295+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Back in the Bodge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You might notice that our last post ended quite abruptly - reason being that Ben and I started it in Australia but never got the chance to finish it. Now that we are back in Cambodia it seems a bit weird to blog in back-dated fashion but pretend its current. So instead - perhaps you should stay tuned for another blog posting where we reminisce about our time in Oz??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmm having said that, I can't promise that this blog entry will be posted anytime soon or at all given the fact that Ben and I have been consumed by work since arriving back... and I speak for myself here, when I say that the energy levels for blogging are not high (ironic really when I am blogging right now)...but I'm sure you all know what I mean. If not, just pretend you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyhoo, Ben and I would like to say briefly, to all those dear friends and family members we caught up with that it was great seeing you all and we hope we see you again in the not too distant future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stay classy Melbourne...and Albury...and Rutherglen...and Alexandra...and Canberra...and Bonnie Doon...and of course San Diego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-1181638615381257060?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/1181638615381257060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=1181638615381257060&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/1181638615381257060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/1181638615381257060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-in-bodge-you-might-notice-that-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-5304380906395632988</id><published>2007-03-07T08:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T16:29:00.670+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello Aussie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is it they say..."There is no place like home"... It's so true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our trip back home to Australia is very quickly winding up yet it feels like we just arrived. Ben and I have settled in to life here so much that neither of us wants to leave just yet. Although I'm sure we'll be fine once we get back to Cambodia and work will see us settling back into life there very quickly. Although we'll probably be homesick for the first few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Since being back in Oz we have caught up with friends and family; shopped like consumerism is going out of fashion; and eaten enough steak to keep our iron levels up for the rest of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;However, our main purpose for returning home was to attend our dear friends; Tim and Sal's wedding. Held in Northern Victoria in the Rutherglen wine region at a place called the Wicked Virgin Olive Grove/Layback Manor.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-5304380906395632988?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/5304380906395632988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=5304380906395632988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/5304380906395632988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/5304380906395632988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-aussie-what-is-it-they-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-2010164603058681115</id><published>2007-02-18T12:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:55:38.970+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RdflM_qUPqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0cOpArMjuMw/s1600-h/Do+my+ears+look+long.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032743120019930786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RdflM_qUPqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0cOpArMjuMw/s320/Do+my+ears+look+long.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lazing about in Luang Prabang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It all seems like a distant blur now but not that long ago we were lazing about in Luang Prabang for five days with Tim and Pauline. We soaked up the night market, checked out some waterfalls, tried some different places offering massage and ate in as many different restaurants as we could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our accommodation was perfectly positioned on the main street with a balcony over-looking the night market. Perfect for sitting with a gin and tonic, eyeing of things to buy and watching the numerous people as they wandered through the stalls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like last time, I was overcome with excitement at the number of beautiful, hand-woven silk hangings and antique Hmong patches of clothing. It took several days of looking at every stall/shop imaginable before selecting what to purchase...not easy when you pretty much want to buy it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was also very excited to stumble across a gallery exhibiting work of an artist I have fallen in love with (his work that is...not him...although I'm sure he's a lovely fellow). I came across him and his work in an inflight magazine on a previous trip to Bangkok...and taking the copy with me (it said it was free) I was aware that a gallery had opened in Luang Prabang...but it was situated off the main road down a side street...so it took me a chance encounter to find it. I excitedly walked through looking at the works and dreaming that I could afford the $18,000 price tags...there were some drawings for $1,200 but even still...I don't think Ben and I are quite in the income bracket yet to be affording such purchases. Besides which, my favourite painting of his...worth about $60,000 is owned by the Glenbowen Musuem. It's stunning...and since I can't buy it...I have copied it instead on canvas. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery is it not? Highly annoying for the person being copied though...but I digress...so...this artist that I am writing about but for some reason not mentioning his name...is Thep Thavounsouk. If you're keen to check out his work...or buy me an artwork of his online...then go to: &lt;a href="http://www.junerain.com"&gt;www.junerain.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Also, I have finally got round to posting some photos of our trip to Northern Thailand last year, as well as this recent trip to Luang Prabang. Head to &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/benbecca/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/benbecca/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Next weekend see us head home to Oz...we both can't wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-2010164603058681115?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/2010164603058681115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=2010164603058681115&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/2010164603058681115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/2010164603058681115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2007/02/lazing-about-in-luang-prabang.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RdflM_qUPqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0cOpArMjuMw/s72-c/Do+my+ears+look+long.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-2456961426415221648</id><published>2007-02-01T18:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T19:02:12.967+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It doesn't get better than this!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night was a special one here in the Bodge. As you know, we have Khmer family - Ming Yim, her niece Gim Lee and co. Add to this - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hagar (the NGO that Ben works for), which now has a restaurant...and in the last few months - a raffle competition to help promote their opening. Add to this the major prize draw - a brand new Honda Dream motorbike...and you have yourself a winning combination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the winner is??????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gim Lee!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ben called me excitedly last night from work to tell me that Gim Lee had won the draw. I couldn't believe it. He then went on to say that Hagar management were wanting Gim Lee to go around and have photos taken with the bike but Gim Lee said she couldn't go. Caught up in the excitement of it all I drove my moto around to the house and in the meantime Ben called her employer to convince him to let Gim Lee to go. I then bombarded their house and perhaps overwhelmed them with my excitement because I somehow managed to get the whole family to pile into their car and follow me to the restaurant, where Gim Lee was presented with her brand new motorcycle. Amazing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The happiness and excitement was contagious. There were many hugs, many photos and many smiles. There was also an obligatory dinner. Ben and I were trying to get home, as Tim and Pauline had cooked us a yummy green chicken curry but Ming would not have a bar of it. So we stayed for another hour for dinner...and I have to say it was truly special to sit there with Ming and Gim Lee and see the joy as they called their family in the provinces and informed them of their good luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This good luck came about with the help of some thoughtful foreigners. Christine, who Gim Lee cleans for, who had entered Gim Lee and Tim and Pauline, who had entered Ming and our tuk tuk driver Gogo, even though they didn't win it was a lovely gesture all the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I wanted to blog about this special moment quickly...but as it is Tim and Pauline's last night with us...I must head to dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stay tuned for a post on our recent trip to Laos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-2456961426415221648?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/2456961426415221648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=2456961426415221648&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/2456961426415221648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/2456961426415221648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-doesnt-get-better-than-this-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-8398469094175599186</id><published>2007-01-19T18:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T21:35:07.098+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Poor Planning. Bad Timing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;For the last 10 days or so, our street has had drainage added and has been in the preparation stages for being paved. Ben and I have been quite excited at the idea of a paved street. Less dust. Easier to ride our bikes down. No more flooding during wet season (fingers crossed). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We have also been intrigued by the fact that the government only contributed 15% to the total cost of this infrastructure. The rest was paid for by the families that live along this street (I have a new-found appreciation for Vic Roads). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Despite our enthusiasm for this improvement to our street, we have not been as taken with how it's been executed. I mean, you expect a bit of inconvenience with these things...and we have taken in our stride having to dirt-bike down our street, as the workers created mounds of dirt and rocky hills installing the drainage (I'm amazed at what I can do with my little Honda and her 50cc's of grunt). We even coped just fine with all this happening at the same time our bathroom was being repaired. Which by the way, was done by some of the roadworkers installing this drainage and paving the roads...and as it turns out, was not done very well. Call me naive but I assumed that repairing plumbing would mean that it would work better - not halve our water pressure and leave our brand new spanking bath with broken seals within days of installation. Stupid me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyhoo, today the workers decided it was high time this road got paved. Ben came home at lunchtime and managed to get out just before being trapped in, as they started the cementing process around midday-ish. He gave me a call and gave me the heads up. So I was not surprised when I returned home close to 6pm to find our entire road blocked off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now here is where the poor planning kicks in. Although I'm no builder of roads, so maybe I don't know what I'm talking about? But I would have thought that logic would dictate that you paved one half of the street and left the other side unpaved so people could travel down it...and then once that side was dry...you paved the other half. Apparently not. On our street, they decided to do it all in one go and progressively work their way down. So, that when all us little workers trudged home on this Friday evening, we were trapped at the end of our street, staring longingly at our homes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I parked my beloved bike at the end and locked it up as best as I could...and then made my way down through wet cement to our house, where I had to wash my feet and my thongs. I then called Ben and said that his parents, who were arriving in PP this fine evening...might have some trouble making it down our street with their luggage. Oh dear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uncomfortable with the idea of my bike being at the end of the street I rang a friend and organised to park it at their place. So back I trudged down the street only to get to the end and discover I had forgotten my moto key. Idiot! So back through the cement I went again...until the key was in my hands and I could make my way once more (I think the neighbours thought I liked walking in the cement) to my bike and drive it around the corner, where it shall be bike-sat tonight. Thanks Cam and Chanel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not long after this, Tim, Pauline and Ben arrived all in good spirits (and they weren't on the scotch and dry's like me). They had soldiered on down the street, in the dark and in their bare feet with all their luggage. Impressive! And whilst I am sure they won't be forgetting this arrival in PP very soon, it would also seem an indelible mark of all our footprints has been left in the cement. Hey, maybe I should go downstairs now and write "Bec &amp;amp; Ben woz ere 2007"??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-8398469094175599186?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/8398469094175599186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=8398469094175599186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/8398469094175599186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/8398469094175599186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2007/01/poor-planning.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-428677392140237951</id><published>2007-01-14T20:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:55:39.133+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wowsers! What a week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I made it through week one of work at SSC. My head is swimming with information but it's the kinda stuff I like to ponder - such as cultural differences and the value judgments we make. Interesting stuff. When it stops floating around my head and I make heads and tails of some of it I'll let you know...but I think my job is going to be very enjoyable and challenging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So moving on to the weekend...for people who have few friends we sure had a busy weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday night saw us having dinner with a friend of Ben's aunt and her sister. Two lovely women we had never met before. We took them to one of our favourite restaurants in PP that serves provincial Cambodian food...and as we chatted and got to know each other we discovered just how small the world can be. Anne (from Perth) is friends of Ben's Aunt Pam and her sister Lynne (from Tassie), I discovered through conversation is friends with my Aunt Liz, who also lives in Tassie and her daughter was friends with my cousin Lucy. What are the odds that two random people could be friends with our Aunts, when there are 20 million people in Oz? Trippy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday was wedding fever! My dear friend Chenda always said she would get married in 2007 and sure enough she did. So Ben and I experienced our first proper Cambodian wedding. It was out in the provinces so we hired a car to drive there. Took about an hour. We went with two other woman from Hagar, as that's how I knew Chenda - through my work at Hagar. She was the finance person there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cambodian weddings are interesting. Chenda had 10 different outfits for the day, although we only saw two...but they were beautiful with lots of bling. It's amazing though - Cambodian women cake on the make-up when they get married and they hairspray their hair to an extent that it would stay still even amidst a tornado...they are so made up they are almost unrecognisable. Chenda on any given day is stunning but I hate to say, I think Western notions of beauty differ when it comes to Cambodian weddings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like Aussie weddings though...a Cambodian wedding consists of guests having quite the feast and then partying on down to some bad music. Whilst there was no Bon Jovi "You're love is like bad medicine"...or Billy Idol's, "It's a nice day for a white wedding"...we had fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/Rao4CDHW_gI/AAAAAAAAACE/Htr8pSyXaYc/s1600-h/Commitment+Coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019886342504906242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/Rao4CDHW_gI/AAAAAAAAACE/Htr8pSyXaYc/s200/Commitment+Coke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The thing I was most taken with was their cans of coke...allow me to introduce what i call Commitment Coke...it's pure, gassy love in a can. A toast to the happy couple! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday night was out on the town with my good friend Michelle (aka Wookelle). Wookie used to live here in the Penh but is now based in Singapore...so it was lovely catching up. I met her and a large group of people for dinner at a nice Italian restaurant in the French district of PP. If that makes sense? A cultural fusion some might say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then this morning, Ben and I met Wookie and her friend Claire that she was travelling with at Java for brunch, where again there was another fair crowd of people...popular is our Wookie! So I think Ben and I have eaten and socialised our way through the weekend quite successfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I must prepare myself to move on to week two of work and come Friday Ben's parents will be in town and we are off to Laos! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-428677392140237951?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/428677392140237951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=428677392140237951&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/428677392140237951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/428677392140237951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2007/01/wowsers-what-week-so-i-made-it-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/Rao4CDHW_gI/AAAAAAAAACE/Htr8pSyXaYc/s72-c/Commitment+Coke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-769139830947252329</id><published>2007-01-06T12:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T12:10:46.718+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Congratulations Nic and Meliss!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There are times when living overseas really does suck. Today is one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Right now our dear friends, Nic and Meliss are getting married. Their ceremony would be happening at this very moment and I sit here at the computer writing this blog whilst Ben is at work, trying to imagine how the ceremony is going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We would have loved to have been at the wedding and shared in such a special day but since we cannot we want to express our happiness for them both and our most heartfelt wishes for their future together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nic and Meliss - we will be toasting your union with Cameron and Chanel today at Tamarind.  Know you are very much in our thoughts xx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-769139830947252329?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/769139830947252329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=769139830947252329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/769139830947252329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/769139830947252329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2007/01/congratulations-nic-and-meliss-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-6668398095039196566</id><published>2007-01-03T19:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:55:40.040+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bathroom Remodelling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been the grateful recipients of further home improvements - this time its to the no. 2 bathroom. We have 3 bathrooms in our place. I believe this breaches the majority of building codes for this part of the world as they require at least 2 bathrooms for every other room contained within a house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This addition follows the giant fridge received last year - it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; the largest fridge I have ever had the privilege to know and provides a wonderful habitat for the things we like to eat and drink. See below the fridge standing with Andrew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RZuwoobcU3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/dNfkplxsOP4/s1600-h/fridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015796822100956018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RZuwoobcU3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/dNfkplxsOP4/s320/fridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bec and I have taken the lead on design concepts for Bathroom No. 2. The first conceptualisation involved relocation of our &lt;em&gt;new&lt;/em&gt; bath (it has &lt;em&gt;handles&lt;/em&gt; and no black stains) to the foot of the bed. You have to admit the two items sit well together and the morning wash would only be one roll away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RZuq6obcU0I/AAAAAAAAABU/236ZirgtleQ/s1600-h/bedbath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015790534268834626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RZuq6obcU0I/AAAAAAAAABU/236ZirgtleQ/s320/bedbath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alas an absence of plumbing in the room made the whole idea impractical. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have therefore settled on the following concept. The aim was to improve ablusion efficiency by 30%. By placing the toilet, bath and sink in a direct line across the space this can be achieved. Now I can sit on the toilet, wash my feet and shave all at once. My morning routine has never been this streamlined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RZutRobcU1I/AAAAAAAAABc/Y1wKSZPlwt8/s1600-h/bathremod.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015793128429081426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RZutRobcU1I/AAAAAAAAABc/Y1wKSZPlwt8/s320/bathremod.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RZuug4bcU2I/AAAAAAAAABk/LEgIZDrf5SQ/s1600-h/sinkhole.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also had a dirty sinkhole added to the rear corner of the room. Its purpose: to contrast the cleanliness that a bathing room and all activities there represent. Good design is all about balance. I think it was Seinfeld who once said "There's nothing dirtier than a big ol' ball of oil". Well in fact there is, and right now it resides in the rear third of Bathroom 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RZuug4bcU2I/AAAAAAAAABk/LEgIZDrf5SQ/s1600-h/sinkhole.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015794489933714274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RZuug4bcU2I/AAAAAAAAABk/LEgIZDrf5SQ/s320/sinkhole.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RZuug4bcU2I/AAAAAAAAABk/LEgIZDrf5SQ/s1600-h/sinkhole.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-6668398095039196566?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/6668398095039196566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=6668398095039196566&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/6668398095039196566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/6668398095039196566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2007/01/bathroom-remodelling-we-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RZuwoobcU3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/dNfkplxsOP4/s72-c/fridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-6725726136621293503</id><published>2006-12-30T23:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T23:57:03.590+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;New Year, New Blog Design&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope you like the recent rennovations to code brown. Inspied by 1970's kitchen design we have given the place a decidedly retro feel. Park your sunburnt orange &lt;a href="http://www.holdentorana.com/"&gt;torana&lt;/a&gt; out the front, step inside, I have a Marvin record playing and theres a fondue stirring on the stove. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new year also brings a new job for Bec - hooray! Bec starts work on January 8 with Social Services Cambodia as a Social Work Training Advisor. It sounds like a great job and a good bunch of folks to work with so we are very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bec &amp;amp; Ben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-6725726136621293503?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/6725726136621293503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=6725726136621293503&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/6725726136621293503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/6725726136621293503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-year-new-blog-design-we-hope-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-2960699410084979134</id><published>2006-12-24T13:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:55:40.204+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RY4lF81LbzI/AAAAAAAAABI/XrNGwhJRlDw/s1600-h/XMAS+TREE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011984219468689202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" height="320" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RY4lF81LbzI/AAAAAAAAABI/XrNGwhJRlDw/s320/XMAS+TREE.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KHMER-ISTMAS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WITH lOVE &amp; BEST WISHES &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FROM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEN &amp;amp; BEC XX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-2960699410084979134?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/2960699410084979134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=2960699410084979134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/2960699410084979134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/2960699410084979134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-khmer-istmas-with-love-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RY4lF81LbzI/AAAAAAAAABI/XrNGwhJRlDw/s72-c/XMAS+TREE.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-1172679083058437464</id><published>2006-12-23T20:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T20:38:05.573+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Seasons Greetings&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since I (Ben) have posted. I have nothing of note to really say. Soya milk still consumes my life and I’m loving it. We wanted to wish everyone a great Christmas (or Khmer-istmas as we have come to know it here). We have low key but enjoyable festivities planned. Nic and Melissa are here and we will spend as much time as possible with them until their departure back to Aust. on boxing day (applications for new friends are still open folks). We will also be joined by Sven (who is actually Australian, not Swedish) and our good friend John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst posting I would like to say thanks to Nathan (aka Nifty, Scatronix and Monsignor) for his precious tips that have enabled full stereo recording in my home studio. The tips have been revolutionary and only required the purchase of a few small stereo plugs. This has established renewed productivity in my favorite pastime - very amateur music recording - Lifesize Order rides again. Thank you Nathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while Im at it, well done with your hearty contribution to "Movember"- you grow the nastiest handle bar moustache this side of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Teutul_Sr."&gt;Paul Sr.&lt;/a&gt; (of Orange County Choppers Fame). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-1172679083058437464?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/1172679083058437464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=1172679083058437464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/1172679083058437464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/1172679083058437464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2006/12/seasons-greetings-it-has-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-213786674894784403</id><published>2006-12-20T11:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T11:38:06.617+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All things novel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah Ben and I love this time of year in Cambodia...it gets cold! Well our definition of cold. I mean it's still warm during the day but with a nice breeze...but at night...it's cold...really it is...last night I watched tele without the need to have a fan on - miraculous! I even put on a jumper...but that probably doesn't mean much to a lot of you back in Australia who have seen me wearing a jumper on a 30 degree celsius day. Clearly I am not the best gauge on temperature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And speaking of novel things...I also did something crazy and out of the ordinary yesterday - ironing!! With our dear Ming being sick, Ben and I are left to fend for ourselves - shocking I know! I hear you all gasping with horror that we might actually have to clean up after ourselves. Your concern is noted and appreciated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, yesterday I ironed Ben's shirts! I was worried I might have forgotten how...but domestic servitude is like riding a bike...you never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, I'm trying to muster up the strength to clean the bathroom. My least favourite household chore. Maybe I should bake a cake instead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-213786674894784403?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/213786674894784403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=213786674894784403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/213786674894784403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/213786674894784403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-things-novel.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-1614246683512866955</id><published>2006-12-15T18:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T21:36:41.901+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;An unwell Ming Yim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday Ming Yim had an operation on her throat, I think for a thyroid problem. So today I went to visit her in hospital. I wasn't sure initially if I would be able to go as Ben and I had been advised that the hospital may charge her more if they knew she had contact with foreigners. Crazy I know. But Ming Yim's niece assured me that it would be fine and so I got the room details from her and made a time to visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a bit of an adventure finding Ming Yim in this hospital, due to a combination of arriving at the wrong entrance, not speaking enough Khmer and all sorts of muddles. But through Ben and his excellent staff at work and their liaising with Ming Yim's daughter, I managed to find my way there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ming Yim was in fine form for someone who had just had an operation on her throat. She's one that loves a chat and so having tubes come out of her throat and being bandaged wasn't going to stop her. She's a stubborn thing as well, so she insisted I sit on the bed with her, well lie on the bed with her. That we eat oranges together, that we both have a sleep and that I stay for hours. She's quite good at getting her way :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to say, going to the hospital was an eye-opening experience in itself, if not a little confronting. The building is quite beautiful architecturally speaking but it's not that clean...and it is very sparse. The rooms seem more like prison cells and the equipment very primitive. There is no nursing staff to speak of - all patient care is provided by the family. So who knows what happens if you don't have any. The family provides all the food and does things like changing the colostomy bags, washing the patient and being there to attend to their needs. Ming Yim's daughter looked quite tired...might have been all that bossing around by Ming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ming had me laughing while I was there though, as she made funny comments like; "this room isn't very nice" and "there is no television for me to watch". If I didn't know any better I'd say she was bored. We talked a lot about the trip to Siem Reap and she talked about missing Andrew and Anth...and how her sister Oum Sim cried when she saw the photo of the two of them because she's sad they went back to Australia. So I think Ben and I are being requested to visit Kampong Speu in the near future and to stay the night. I also said to Ming that we should go down to the beach one weekend and she had me just about naming the date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I plan to go back and visit Ming again tomorrow and take some food (she really seemed to enjoy those oranges). I took her some Soy milk today (always doing what I can for Ben's business) and Ming drank one very quickly...so might have to get her more of them as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's hoping she has a quick recovery as it's not nice seeing her unwell. Although I think she needs to have some surgery on her arm as well, I'm not sure why but her Doctor, who is apparently a foreigner said that he couldn't do it when he operated on her throat. So I'm not sure about all the details but hopefully it's not serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ming Yim had quite the entourage with her which was nice to see. We even had a patient from next door drop by for a chat. He was an elderly man with no teeth and a lovely cherub like face. I asked Ming Yim, after he left if he was her boyfriend and got quite a playful slap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I hope this post finds you all well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-1614246683512866955?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/1614246683512866955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=1614246683512866955&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/1614246683512866955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/1614246683512866955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2006/12/unwell-ming-yim-yesterday-ming-yim-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-1614646151528982319</id><published>2006-12-11T21:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T21:26:57.811+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bangers, Burgers and Bad ideas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's no secret that Ben and I love Bangkok. You all may have worked that out by the frequent jaunts we make across the border and whilst we know some people see it as a sprawling concrete jungle...we see it as a haven of great food, shopping and movies...a place to indulge our Western sensibilities. So with a three day weekend at our disposal, we added in an extra day and spent 4 jam packed days in Bangkok with Nic and Meliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We revelled in our usual pleasures of Japanese food, markets and shopping centres but this was no relaxing break from the grind of Phnom Penh. We were on a mission...and the mission was Christmas shopping! We ambitiously imagined that we could shop for all the presents we needed and then mail them from Thailand, as it's cheaper, faster and more reliable than Cambo post. But like some good ideas...this one was not meant to be. Bugger! Why didn't we let our fingers do the walking and do all our shopping online?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyhoo, whilst we did manage to shop up a storm in exhausting, "I can't move my legs anymore" fashion; the postal system was where our plan fell short. You see we had Monday as a public holiday in Cambodia (Human Rights Day) and what do you know...Thailand had Monday as a public holiday too...for entirely different reasons but a holiday nonetheless (theirs was Constitution Day, which is ironic considering their constitution is presently nul and void). Anyhoo, despite information on the Thai postal website indicating that the main Post office would be open, it was closed. So there we sat, after days of shopping and after a nightmarishly fast taxi ride across town with the dawning realisation that we had no ability to mail anything. Bugger again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However, with some quick re-packing we have managed to haul our load back to PP, to pay higher costs, for slower and more unreliable services. Aaaaah well. So if you receive a Christmas parcel from us in February...know that we tried to send it so it would arrive before Christmas. If you don't recieve a gift from us then it probably got lost or stolen in the mail. Honestly... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And moving right along....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Most of you know what sophisticated people Ben and I are (why do I hear raucous laughter?). So it stands to reason that one of the first places we would go to eat in Bangkok would be Burger King...naturally. Ben, hungry for the mouth-watering and addictive taste of fast food decided to order a Triple Whopper. Huge understates the size of this burger entirely! As you stare at three beef patties piled up, one on top of the other, you begin to wonder how it is humanly possible for any person to fit this beast of a burger into their mouths. But alas Ben conquered his whopper in record time. Well ahead of the guy eating one a few tables away. However, not long after devouring the beast he fell victim to its power...experiencing cramps, nausea and general unwellness that usually comes with food poisoning. Was it the burger? Was it the oily omelets purchased on the street that morning for breakfast? Tough call...but suffice to say it wasn't pretty and our blog title sums it up. Aaah living in Asia...and eating Western fast food...it's dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fun did not end here. We went to the movies! Nic and Ben saw "Casino Royale" (boring macho stuff) and Meliss and I went to the only chick flick that was playing...not to mention the only other option of an English movie aside from "Happy Feet". We daringly (stupidly?) bought the tickets for this movie without knowing anything other than it was called "Material Girls". We were of course dubious as to how good it was going to be. As we neared the cinema we saw a poster for it and discovered it starred Hilary and Haylie Duff. We became even more dubious. We entered the cinema and got sardined between a lot of Thais. The movie started and Meliss and I were cringing within minutes...but with optimism and joy at being in the cinema we persevered, believing it could only get better. It didn't. After an hour we could endure the pain no more and had to trample over quite a few Thais to get out of the cinema. After leaving, we concluded that the only way to enjoy that movie (as everyone else in the cinema seemed to be) was to have English as a second language and to not have acquired that much. Unbelievably, painfully, mind-numbingly torturous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Speaking of bad ideas...Meliss and I were bemused if not a little concerned that balloon skirts seem to have made a come-back in Thailand. But it's not just balloon skirts, there's balloon tops, balloon shorts, balloon 3/4 pants....it's madness I tell you. Now I am not without a history of balloon skirt wearing. I got into it in the 80s when I was a child with poor taste (although not that much has changed really). I teamed my white balloon skirt up with a black and white leopard print crop top and a thick elastic belt. Nice huh? Speaking of elastic belts, I saw a woman wearing one at a market in Bangkok as well...and she was high-panting it! What is going on? It seems to me that balloon skirt madness is spreading more quickly than bird flu ever could. Please tell me this hasn't happened in Australia or other parts of the world???? If you get an inkling it's on its way...alert border security and commence locking down the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-1614646151528982319?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/1614646151528982319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=1614646151528982319&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/1614646151528982319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/1614646151528982319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2006/12/bangers-burgers-and-bad-ideas.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-6068000680797346067</id><published>2006-12-07T22:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:55:40.485+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RXg8C2SUQKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1gfWguMh-54/s1600-h/Andrew+and+Anth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005817005452050594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RXg8C2SUQKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1gfWguMh-54/s320/Andrew+and+Anth.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Farewells are no fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This week saw us farewell Andrew and Anthea from Cambodia...while we console ourselves with the fact that it's not farewell forever...it is the end of an era of living together in the 'bodge'...things just won't be the same here anymore. There will be no more seeing Andrew wander through the house in his "special house uniform" or become hypnotised by the sight of F1 on tele, no opportunity to catch a bit of Magnum PI together before going to work (although it not being on tv anymore doesn't help that either) or competing to see who can get the Cambodian Daily or Bangkok Post crossword finished first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Andrew and Anth have been exceptional friends to have had in Cambodia - and there is a huge gaping hole here guys, now that you have gone...although I must admit...we didn't even give your bedroom a night to miss you Andrew before Ben and I relocated all of our things in there and "zhussshed" the house as we said we would...in true "togetherness project" style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But back to the farewell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yim came to the airport to say goodbye to Andrew and Anth and it was an incredibly touching goodbye...not to mention a tear-jerker. The fondness and love she showed to both Andrew and Anth was really touching. I had quite a few more tears in the tuk tuk on the way back home just thinking about it and letting the fact that you both were actually leaving sink in. Yim was incredibly sombre but she said something that I thought was quite beautiful (although slightly cheesy)...but allow me to explain... While we were at the airport there was a huge downpour of rain...which was somewhat unusual, as right now it is not the rainy season...and the rain that fell seemed to be centralised over the airport, as when we travelled back home we noticed that none of the surrounding roads were wet. So Yim concluded that it was Cambodia's way of farewelling you both (the country shed its tears) and in Cambodian culture, it is apparently good luck if it rains when you are embarking on a journey. So there you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Andrew and Anth - we miss you! Hope you're having fun back in Australia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-6068000680797346067?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/6068000680797346067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=6068000680797346067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/6068000680797346067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/6068000680797346067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2006/12/farewells-are-no-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RXg8C2SUQKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1gfWguMh-54/s72-c/Andrew+and+Anth.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-116495251535741557</id><published>2006-12-01T11:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:55:41.143+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fruit Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Due to umpteenth technical difficulties our blog site has not been updated as regularly as we would have liked so I’m going to post together a series of recent news and events in our parts of the universe…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Embracing technology and the Super Information Highway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s official…we have upped the ante in terms of communication and sold our souls to afford having internet at home. There is nothing like the sheer bliss of sitting on your own couch and surfing the net. We have embraced all manners of websites…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We have this here blog…which we will attempt to update as often as possible in our own topsy-turvy fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now have a flickr site…the address of which will be revealed in good time when we have gotten around to uploading more photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are signed up for skype…so all of you out there keen to chat with us online…get on board! In the meantime we'll work on getting it to last more than 5 minutes before it drops out....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and we've....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Switched to the new blogger for the power of pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For some mysterious reason unbeknownst to us, blogger would not post our photos no matter how diligently we tried. Sometimes it said that it had posted them but there was nothing there...other times the computer said "no". I can't begin to tell you the level of frustration felt but now having signed up for the new version...we are back in business. So here are some photos of our trip to Siem Reap with dear Yim that I had intended to post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RXgsrGSUQHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/W45foI2VksQ/s1600-h/Apsara+Yim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005800104755740786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RXgsrGSUQHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/W45foI2VksQ/s320/Apsara+Yim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RXgsrWSUQII/AAAAAAAAAAg/qtzrNQy6AkU/s1600-h/Pretty+as+a+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005800109050708098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RXgsrWSUQII/AAAAAAAAAAg/qtzrNQy6AkU/s320/Pretty+as+a+picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RXgsrmSUQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/h7pflYjYGl4/s1600-h/Our+Khmer+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005800113345675410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RXgsrmSUQJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/h7pflYjYGl4/s320/Our+Khmer+family.jpg" width="501" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RXgsrGSUQHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/W45foI2VksQ/s1600-h/Apsara+Yim.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RXgsrGSUQHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/W45foI2VksQ/s1600-h/Apsara+Yim.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘Allo Stranger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, despite learning as a child that you should never talk to strangers, lately Ben and I have discovered that unless we do, we’ll have no friends and besides, someone can be a complete stranger one minute and the dearest of friends the next. This leads me to introduce Clare Mulvany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare, up until a few Tuesday nights ago was a complete stranger to us but through the grapevine of our multitude of friends (we’re so popular - although seemingly not in Cambodia), she got in contact with Ben and I and asked if she could stay a wee while at our place. Being the hospitable people that we are we were more than willing to oblige and it is to our great fortune that we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clare was a delightful and entertaining house guest, who we instantly warmed too upon meeting (No honestly Clare, we really did!). She has been travelling the world interviewing “social entrepreneurs” or people who are affecting innovative social change. Naturally Ben and I said; “Look no further than us” but with an impressive list of previous interviews, even we can see how we don’t quite make the grade...well Ben does...as Clare did go to the Soy factory with Ben and get a guided tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, if you are interested in the book that Clare is writing and are keen to follow her on her travels, go to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.exceptional-lives.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.exceptional-lives.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-116495251535741557?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/116495251535741557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=116495251535741557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/116495251535741557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/116495251535741557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2006/12/fruit-salad-due-to-umpteenth-technical.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RXgsrGSUQHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/W45foI2VksQ/s72-c/Apsara+Yim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-116494884123548536</id><published>2006-12-01T11:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T21:52:01.396+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 49th Annual Conference of Canines&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keynote Speaker:&lt;/strong&gt; Gow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night Ben and I were awoken by the less than dulcet sounds of the annual conference of canines on our street. We are hoping that this conference was a one night only affair because another night of disrupted sleep will not be tolerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Gow”, our landlord’s dog howled on and on and on last night. Clearly he was on his soap box and had a lot to say to the other neighbourhood dogs. I imagined him discussing the following agenda items:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Why do our owners never take us for a walk?&lt;br /&gt;2) How come Western dogs get designer beds and doggy couture and we’re excited when we get a meal from the bin?&lt;br /&gt;3) How to avoid becoming a BBQ meal at the Chinese restaurant - open discussion (I'm not intending to be racist here - this is actually an issue in Cambodia – dogs are stolen and sold for reasonable money to restaurants in Phnom Penh).&lt;br /&gt;4) Should amendments be made to the rules of dog fighting in streets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly these agenda items required lengthy discussion as Gow did not stop ranting for hours and every now and again you would hear the dog across the street pipe in with the odd comment. Then if the symphony of howls was not enough, the whiney cats that live next door started to chime in…it was at this point that Ben and I could cope no more and Ben decided to put an end to this chaotic orchestra. Unfortunately, Ben’s efforts at diplomacy and reasoning went unheeded by Gow, and the conference continued for some time.  Mind you Ben going downstairs mid-conference freaked Gow out enough that he lost control of his bladder...Gow that is...not Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say Ben and I are both sleep deprived and what we would call Cut Pants Magoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-116494884123548536?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/116494884123548536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=116494884123548536&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/116494884123548536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/116494884123548536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2006/12/49th-annual-conference-of-canines.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-116442021469539974</id><published>2006-11-25T08:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T21:45:36.556+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Position Description&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Position Title:&lt;/strong&gt; Friend (Level 10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Job ref no:&lt;/strong&gt; NIGE-NO-M8S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Applications close:&lt;/strong&gt; Dec 15th 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salary range:&lt;/strong&gt; This position is on the “Mates Rates” Award scheme - in other words there is no money to speak of; or perks, aside from the odd shouted drink or meal and the sheer enjoyment of our company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Job description&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;With the impending departure of Andrew Benoy, Anthea Long, Nicolas Telford and Melissa Fraser, Calling Code Brown would like to announce the vacancy of four Level 10 Friend positions in their Social Life Department. The positions are all based in Phnom Penh and are offered on an initial two year contract with a three month probationary period. Starting date is January 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Specific Duties include:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regular lunch and dinner meetings&lt;br /&gt;After hours drinks&lt;br /&gt;Regular and frivolous communication through emails and text messaging&lt;br /&gt;Occasional domestic and international travel&lt;br /&gt;A willingness to play cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essential Selection Criteria:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Must have had at least one years experience being a friend of Benjamin’s and Rebecca’s&lt;br /&gt;Sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;Ability to tell witty and entertaining stories and hold both intelligent and juvenile conversations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Calling Code brown is an equal opportunity employer and strongly encourages couples with children to apply, as we’re not ready to have our own but sure like being around little people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-116442021469539974?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/116442021469539974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=116442021469539974&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/116442021469539974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/116442021469539974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2006/11/position-description-position-title.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-116425111568714804</id><published>2006-11-23T09:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:55:41.502+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RXgo0WSUQGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P85OCeLKYtk/s1600-h/Kep+sunset.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005795865623019618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RXgo0WSUQGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P85OCeLKYtk/s320/Kep+sunset.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Dahling” in Kep and Kampot&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Dahling” phonetically in Khmer roughly translates to mean “to amuse oneself or go around for fun”. Every Sunday is “Dahling Day”, as many Khmers work a 6 day week, so Sunday is often a day of rest and relaxation…a time to go for a picnic or Sunday drive. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We, as in Ben, Nic, Meliss and I had a “Dahling” weekend. We rented a car and drove down to the coast on Saturday to a small provincial town known as Kep. It used to be the place to go in the 1960s for high-rolling Khmer’s, even the King had a residence there. Now it is a dilapidated town that is slowly coming back to life. It is quiet and peaceful and it has to be said, the serenity rivals that of Bonnie Doon! There is nothing like the soothing sound of a generator mixed in with the gentle hum of cicadas but in contrast to the everyday noise in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Phnom Penh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;: construction, dogs barking, children screaming, seller’s catch calls and general traffic; it was a welcome relief.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We stayed at a Nature resort (BTW, this is not code for nudist colony); which was a series of bungalows set amongst lush garden and overlooking the sea. Sounds ordinary I know but we managed to endure it. We ate fresh seafood and lay about in hammocks completing sudokus and reading and observing wildlife that made it into our bungalows; such as a Tecko (largish lizard) and a couple of frogs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The countryside really is picturesque at the moment, so we drove around taking many photos. Not even a flat tyre disrupted our travels – Nic had it changed within 10 minutes, all while a crowd of onlookers from houses across the road watched on and admired Meliss’ white skin.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ben and I have become quite taken with renting vehicles and exploring…so stay tuned as we continue to traipse through provincial &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cambodia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and obnoxiously brag about our escapades on this here blog!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-116425111568714804?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/116425111568714804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=116425111568714804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/116425111568714804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/116425111568714804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2006/11/dahling-in-kep-and-kampotdahling.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvCOxoCzsUA/RXgo0WSUQGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P85OCeLKYtk/s72-c/Kep+sunset.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-116313300609418213</id><published>2006-11-10T11:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T14:59:13.736+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Combining Cultures and Touring Temples&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(by Bec)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Warning:&lt;/strong&gt; this blog entry may have the tendency to be overly sentimental but it is with good cause I assure you…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another water festival has come and gone. This time, instead of spending it with the masses in Phnom Penh we headed to Siem Reap. As amazing as Phnom Penh is at this time; doubling in population size (and the cities preparation for this – installing 50 porta-loos to cope with the influx of 1 million people); the fireworks; the boat races; the Moomba-esque like floats on the river…none of this could compare to the special weekend we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter Yim and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some of you have heard of our dear Yim. She is without question, a mother to us and an amazing woman with all that she has gone through in her life. She works 7 days a week, day and night; living with a woman we know only as Madam…in what seems like an indentured slave arrangement. Yim also works for us 5 afternoons a week cleaning our house and doing our laundry. I was adamant when I first arrived in Cambodia that Ben and I weren’t going to have a “maid”, as it seemed far too colonial for my liking…but once we moved in with Andrew, Yim was part of the package and so I had to adjust to having her around. It didn’t take long for me to embrace not having to do the ironing or cleaning the bathroom…but more than that…to embrace Yim. The relationship that Ben, Andrew and I have formed with her is an incredibly special part to living in this country…and one that I hope will continue even after we leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this past weekend gone…we (Andrew, Anthea, Nic, Melissa, Ben and I) took Yim and some members of her family to see the National pride of Cambodia – Angkor Wat. There is no way for me to describe the importance of such an event to a Cambodian person…particularly to a family who most likely would never have made it there otherwise. To be honest, I’m not sure it’s even possible for me to grasp the full significance. But if you factor in that Yim has probably never had a real holiday before and she is 55 years old; she had never been anywhere aside from her home province and Phnom Penh; and she never expected in her life that she would get the opportunity to see Angkor Wat; then you start to get the idea of just how special this was. Yim’s own words say it best…and I apologise but I am somewhat paraphrasing here but the intended meaning is the same:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m so happy I feel like I’m sixteen”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m so happy I don’t need to eat”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These combined with continual smiles, comments on her family all being very happy, repeatedly saying thank you, hugs and constant affection…and you start to get an idea of how humbling this experience was for Andrew, Anthea, Nic, Meliss, Ben and I. Organising this trip took so little on our part…and yet the meaning it holds for us all is truly special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the highlights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**&lt;/strong&gt; Seeing Yim’s face as she saw Angkor Wat for the first time and watching her take turns walking hand in hand with Andrew, Ben, Melissa and Anthea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**&lt;/strong&gt; Observing Yim’s family spending time together relaxing and sightseeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**&lt;/strong&gt; Seeing Yim’s surprise when she realised that there were more temples than just Ankor Wat: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“I’m Khmer and I didn’t know there were other temples and that they were so far apart”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**&lt;/strong&gt; Watching Yim strike up conversation with anyone and everyone as we walked around the temples…she frequently got guided tours and additional information from temple staff and just enjoyed chats with other Khmer’s there as visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**&lt;/strong&gt; Observing how much interest Yim took in finding out about each individual temple, the carvings, the history, and making sure she remembered all of the temple names so she could tell other friends and family about it in her home province of Kampong Speu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**&lt;/strong&gt; Watching Yim pretend to be an Apsara dancer at Angkor Wat, Preah Khan…and several other temples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**&lt;/strong&gt; Watching Apsara dancing on our final night at dinner – observing the beautiful costumes whilst eating delicious food. Yim and family totally enjoying the production with Yim constantly asking me to take photos of the performers because they were so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**&lt;/strong&gt; Detouring slightly on the way back to Phnom Penh to see Beng Melea temple and getting a guided tour through the site that felt quite adventuresome as we scaled old stones and climbed and weaved our way through the temple ruins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this highlights list could go on and on…so perhaps it’s better just to say that this was one of my favourite trips to the temples and I’ve been there five times now…talk about privileged! Good time’s people…good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-116313300609418213?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/116313300609418213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=116313300609418213&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/116313300609418213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/116313300609418213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2006/11/combining-cultures-and-touring-temples.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-116251928245572499</id><published>2006-11-03T08:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T05:30:39.783+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;REAK REAY TNAY BAN OM TUK!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(spelling and pronounciation &lt;em&gt;both&lt;/em&gt; uncertain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Water Festival from Ben and Bec!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/waterfest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/320/waterfest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;May your Dragon Boat come home first this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-116251928245572499?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/116251928245572499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=116251928245572499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/116251928245572499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/116251928245572499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2006/11/reak-reay-tnay-ban-om-tuk-spelling-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-116218430201181469</id><published>2006-10-30T11:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T00:24:47.176+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ants will take over the world… (by Bec)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Forget cockroaches with their indestructible bodies of steel…it’s ants that will take over this world with their sizeable armies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red fire ants are one of the things that Ben and I have adapted too since moving to Cambodia. We have accepted that all food, including cereal, pasta, rice, biscuits…pretty much everything must be stored in the fridge to keep it safe from ants. We have gotten used to them crawling through our kitchen, bathroom, lounge area and bedroom in their neat little lines. We have even gotten used to Yim, our Khmer mother spraying our house with a whole can of insect spray so that you practically need a gas mask to enter the premises…but there comes a point when these tiny creatures send you crazy…and they can make you snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples being: when they bite you and leave nice large red lumps on your skin that are somewhat painful…or when they cross the line of personal space and invade your wardrobe, crawling all over your clothes…or your bath towel…leaving nice bites as you attempt to dry yourself off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night however, they staged what I call “Operation rice coup”. I had cooked up a rather tasty Aloo Mutter and was preparing to cook the rice when I discovered, as I washed it that ants were floating to the surface. Not fazed at this stage, I calmly scooped them out….but the more I scooped the more they kept floating to the surface. Then I looked at the bag of rice that I had only just bought and saw ants teeming inside and out. Enraged by their presence I grabbed the can of insect spray and gassed the lot of them. I felt satisfied for about two seconds before I immediately regretted the decision. Not only did it mean no rice for dinner but it also posed complications for how to discard the rice. I couldn’t throw it directly in the bin, as there is a community of people that live at the rubbish tip and I was concerned they might get sick or die if they decided to consume it. So I bagged it up and put it to the side not sure what to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I was relaying the story to my Khmer teacher who was very amused. She said I had been on the right path with scooping them out as they floated to the top…unfortunately my short fuse saw to the end of that solution. Anyway, Morivan suggested soaking the rice for a few days, as that would make it go bad and no one would want to eat it. So I placed the rice in a bucket with water and put it in a corner of the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Yim arrived in the afternoon I had a little scuffle with her, as she was determined to rescue the rice and even my pleas of it being toxic were not going to deter her. I had one of those moments of realizing that I was a stupid and wasteful foreigner who had destroyed perfectly good food and worst of all I was prepared to waste it. There’s nothing like a bit of shame over a bag of rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after two days of soaking, Andrew, Anthea and I were standing in the kitchen last night and we were surrounded by an offensive odour that was not too dissimilar to vomit. It took about 20 minutes for it to dawn on me that the odour came from the rice in the bucket, which had started to bubble away. It smelt rancid! So I moved the bucket outside and put a bag over it while I worked out what to do next. Curse those ants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per Ben’s suggestion, I ended up disposing the rice into a multitude of bags (so environmentally friendly of me) hoping that it would contain the smell. It was not an easy operation and a fair amount of rice and water ended up on the ground and required some mopping up afterwards but rest assured people, I have the toxic waste secured…now I just need to wait for the garbage truck that comes down our street playing Xmas music and I can consider my work here done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lesson has been learnt through this…let the ants eat their rice (or our rice)…and do not attempt to gas them as it will only lead to a ridiculous string of events and offensive odours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, the story does not end here. Having written this blog entry yesterday, Ben last night sustained some nasty bites after taking a shower and using an ant infested towel to dry off. Is nothing sacred to these ants? We just want to live in harmony!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-116218430201181469?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/116218430201181469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=116218430201181469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/116218430201181469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/116218430201181469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2006/10/ants-will-take-over-world-by-bec.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-116096296821323700</id><published>2006-10-16T08:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T12:29:44.180+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Of Coups Caves &amp; Coffee: surviving Northern Thailand with no musical accompaniment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, so it wasn’t that long ago that Ben and I had one of the most civilized holidays in Asia we’ve ever had…not to mention one of the most enjoyable. Maybe it was having the freedom of a vehicle; or the good roads even if at times chunks of road were missing due to landslides; or maybe it was the good coffee houses we stumbled upon along the way; or perhaps it was the seamless coup that took place without us ever being aware…but this holiday was everything you want a holiday to be – scenic, fun and relaxing. There were many highlights but rather than giving you a blow by blow account of them all, I’ll just talk about a few and share some photos…as I’d hate for you to get bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/200211.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/320/200211.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hill tribes and cultural sensitivity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Political correctness seems to go out the window when it comes to hill tribes. Take the Karen (Kayan) tribe, a group that have fled persecution in Burma and now reside in Northern Thailand, as refugees who are sensitively referred to as “the long neck people” or “giraffe people” by the Thai’s. They are an amazingly beautiful looking people due to their traditional dress and the long wire coils the women wear around their neck giving the illusion that their necks are longer than they are. This of course makes them a tourist attraction and we are guilty as charged for wanting to see them and take photos…even if we know that it smacks of exploitation and a lack of cultural sensitivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being challenged on how we felt about all this, we chose to visit one of the villages anyway, which involved driving through small creek beds that dissected the roads we were travelling on and navigating our way past a group of tourists riding on elephants – the usual hazards on roads in Thailand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At the village itself we paid an entry fee before we were allowed in and this apparently assists the various tribes in the area (at least we hope it does). Additionally they support themselves by selling merchandise to tourists that come to stare at their exoticness. Not wanting to appear as though we were there only to gawk, we did our best to engage with the locals. Here’s a picture of Ben with a Kayan women who was selling CDs of her music, which Ben purchased…the CD has a very haunting country sound…quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/151727.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/320/151727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, Ben did steal the guitar and did a performance of “Free love on the hot love highway” for everyone in the village …well maybe not&lt;/span&gt; …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our Travelling Tribe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Here is where we planned to include a photo of our nomadic tribe embracing the culture of the Karen people and showing our respect of cultural difference but blogger does not want to cooperate and upload the image...so we'll have to work out another way to share this image with you...but in the meantime, so you know who was on this magical journey...here are the names...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gareth, Meliss Nic, Ben and of course me...Bec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meeting John Spies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Part of the fun of our holiday was that we didn’t extensively plan it…we just went with the flow each day…and on one of these days we headed to an area with limestone caves and stumbled upon a guest house called Cave Lodge, run by an expatriate Australian named...you guessed it…John Spies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;John has lived in Thailand for 30 years…longer than Ben and I have been alive…and he has some very interesting stories to tell…which conveniently he has written into a book…and we were lucky to pick up a draft edition before it hits the publishers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were there we ironically discussed with John the political situation in Thailand and asked him whether he thought there was the potential for another coup. He said yes and we talked about what previous coups in Thailand had been like to live through…then the very next day…what should happen in Thailand…but a coup. Of course, as we have mentioned…we didn’t know it occurred until the day after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clean teeth and tunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There was only one not so happy aspect to our journey…and that was the mysterious disappearance of my iPod and Gareth’s toothpaste. We were parked at a waterfall, with only a handful of other tourists around, just outside Pai. We were gone not more than 10 minutes but it was enough time for some weirdo to steal my iPod and Gareth’s toothpaste from the car…thus ending any chance of music for the remainder of our journey. Poor Gareth was forced to suffer tooth decay - devastated by the disappearance – I mean who steals toothpaste? I mourned the loss of my pod but upon returning to Bangkok Ben surprised me by buying me a replacement that was an improved version of my old one. The story therefore has a happy ending, plus we discovered the joys of book recitals as we traveled. The group had the pleasure of my dulcet tones as I read a book provided by Meliss, there’s nothing like story-time to get you through long car trips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pictures can say more than words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enough babble…stay tuned for our flickr site and photos of our travels...we were going to include more photos here in our blog but they take so painfully long to upload...so flickr it is...Gaz I know you'll be pleased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-116096296821323700?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/116096296821323700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=116096296821323700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/116096296821323700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/116096296821323700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2006/10/of-coups-caves-or-perhaps-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-116070972009326274</id><published>2006-10-13T09:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T10:44:25.593+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Strange Weather in Kampong Cham&lt;/strong&gt; (by Ben)&lt;br /&gt;I went to Kampong Cham yesterday to meet our "soya bean guy" and learn more about soya beans and how they grow. It was a very useful excursion and I can now say I have seen a soya bean plant and understand how people harvest them. We had lunch at our guys house located in a moderately sized village on a side road about 30km's before the actual town of K Cham. Its a very scenic area with every house in the village drying soya beans on tarpolins in their front yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/Bean%20Expert.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/400/Bean%20Expert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the most interesting thing that we saw on the day did not come from the legume family. Whilst driving up we noticed a vertical line of cloud in the sky. This line progressively grew until there was an eventual "touchdown" and a huge water spout reached from the lake it was transversing way up into the sky- very cool. We managed to take some bad pictures that really do not do it justice - they are very grainy like a picture of big foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perhaps we can still sell them as I hear people made quite a bit of money selling pictures of the spout that appeared at the confluence of the Mekong and Tonle Sap recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/DSC04298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/320/DSC04298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/DSC04302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/320/DSC04302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-116070972009326274?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/116070972009326274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=116070972009326274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/116070972009326274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/116070972009326274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2006/10/strange-weather-in-kampong-cham-by-ben.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-115916271971521169</id><published>2006-09-25T12:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T17:41:02.530+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Meet Meatbee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very exciting news! Ben’s friend from days of old and cold in Canberra (Kate or "Kart") is in a band called &lt;a href="http://www.meatbee.com/"&gt;Meatbee&lt;/a&gt;. Last week they reached the No. 1 spot on the &lt;a href="http://www.triplejunearthed.com/"&gt;Triple J unearthed&lt;/a&gt; charts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unearthed is a forum / competition for up and coming musical artists in Australia - a bit like Rock Star Supernova but with some credibility and hopefully a happier fate in store for Meatbee than what befell poor Toby. Ev's Toby, Ev's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have discovered how it is done, a link to the Meatbee site will be included free with this blog. We still have large L plates on when driving this confounded contraption on the &lt;em&gt;information superhighway.&lt;/em&gt; But it is fun, what does this button doXX4$3wwilh...0000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon - pictures and stories from our trip through NW Thailand - titled "Of Coups, Caves and Coffee - how to drive up and down hills for 5 days with no musical accompaniment".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-115916271971521169?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/115916271971521169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=115916271971521169&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/115916271971521169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/115916271971521169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2006/09/meet-meatbee-very-exciting-news-bens.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34885721.post-115898384113431847</id><published>2006-09-23T10:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T08:05:51.760+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome! We are glad you were able to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bec and Ben have been contemplating the pros and cons of bringing another weblog into the world for some time, and we always deferred. The reasons for now taking that defining step of registering a blog site have been part peer pressure, part a need for better communication with family and friends and part political events in our part of the world - you see, we just experienced our first ever "coup-d-e'tat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you most likely know this occurred in Thailand where we have been holidaying for Pchum Ben. The Thai's excel at many things and orchestrating near seamless changes in power is certainly one of these. We had been in more remote parts of the North West and only discovered the coup had taken place whilst watching BBC World over breakfast - a whole 24 hours after tanks moved in on Bangkok&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (we had come down from the mountains like hill-billies). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from TV news there was little (in english language format especially) that would indicate anything had changed. I'm not sure the military in our neck of the woods had "got the memo" on the first day - but it could explain why we were not allowed to get too close to the border with Myanmar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, it is for stories like these that we have created our blog. We will not guarantee all entries to involve political intrigue and tales of power wrenched from the hands of unscrupulous individuals, however we will attempt to make every entry interesting in its own way and when it is not include a photo, or two if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the name all about you ask? - Calling Code Brown? - this was really Bec's idea, after initially thinking it a little crass I have come around &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(I'm not a crass person Benjamin :) - Bec).&lt;/span&gt; Code Brown is a term in our social circle for sudden and sometimes violent &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diarrhea"&gt;bowel movements &lt;/a&gt;that can and will occur to individuals who reside in areas where populations of nasty bacteria are above recommended levels. Code Brown's can also be categorised, much like cyclones, into Category A, B and C anal events depending on their severity. I need not go on as this blog is not intended as a forum for toilet humor or the daily happenings of our colons (unless there happens to be a coup in that neck of the woods).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We plan nothing grand with this blog - it will be a sporadic update of our lives (well the more eventful parts at least) and a forum to share any music or art that we may wish to inflict on you. I like the blog for this reason - we put it out there and if you ever think "what are those guys up to" you can log on and find out. Much better than impersonal group emails, which we weren't that great at sending anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. Benjamin &amp;amp; Rebecca - Chiang Mai September 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(is that kind of sign off appropriate for a blog?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34885721-115898384113431847?l=callingcodebrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/feeds/115898384113431847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34885721&amp;postID=115898384113431847&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/115898384113431847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34885721/posts/default/115898384113431847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callingcodebrown.blogspot.com/2006/09/welcome-we-are-glad-you-were-able-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben &amp;amp; Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874076465207968298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4881/3871/1600/05---Goatie-III.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
