I went to lunch with Val on that Monday. We met up at the
Blue Pumpkin, which is a lavishly expensive Western style restaurant, but she
suggested we go elsewhere to eat. I told her it was nice to meet someone on the
same level as me. (Cheap.) So, we ate at another out-of-the way place down a
sidestreet. And we talked and talked and talked.
Fancy Western Food and Western Prices in case you feel home-sick for your favourite Western fare.
(These are borrowed photos because, regretfully, I did NOT bring my CAMERA with me to Cambodia!)
Although this became our place to meet (though, not to eat!) I often couldn't FIND it on the taxi motor-cycle! A couple of times, the taxi driver kept driving around the block while I insisted, "You know, the place Westerners hang out!" The outside of the restaurant tends to blend in with its surroundings.
She told me how she’d been a missionary to Thailand years
ago and then she and her husband had come into Cambodia. They had made the
decision to come back here and she had gone ahead of her husband. Her mother
was sick in the hospital at the time so they were going to plan a trip back to
Australia. Then she got a phone call. She thought it was the message that her
mom had died, but instead, she was told that her husband had died! He’d dropped dead in Thailand
of a heart attack! But, Val said that the Lord poured his grace down on her at
that time so that she was on a constant high.
Now she has ten Cambodian boys from the village living in
her huge house that is sponsored miraculously by a man in Australia who is
paying expenses plus one meal a day.
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