What I Learned While Living in Cambodia

A smile is never far away in Cambodia, with a wide grin seemingly etched on locals’ faces, and it’s surprising how uplifting these smiles can be. Hailing from England, where it’s almost forbidden to flash a smile at a stranger, in Cambodia, I’m often greeted with them, accompanied by cries of “Hello!” and “Susaday, soksaby?” from random passers-by. When I wake up on the wrong side of the bed, a walk down my street brightens me up, with the row of tuk tuk, moto drivers and stall holders greeting me with a grin as I pass.

While I’m not trying to belittle the woes I regularly hear from my friends back in the West – health care is appalling, education is shocking, unemployment is rising, pensions are being cut and the roads didn’t get gritted this year – I have to stop myself from screaming, “At least we have access to free education, health care, pensions, the NHS and a welfare system!” Living in a country where these basic things we take for granted simply don’t exist really makes you sit up and think about how lucky you are.

Poverty is rife in Cambodia, and it’s simply something you can’t avoid. Following on from the above point, I often think that life really is a shake of the dice. I was born into opportunities. I was given a free education and access to medicine, doctors and hospitals – which are the fundamentals in life. I think how lucky I am and how by simply being born in the UK, I was given a head start. I wonder how many geniuses are living in Cambodia unable to ever realise their potential because they are sent to work at a young age rather than to study for their future.

First world problems really are trivialised in the face of third world worries. I no longer get frustrated if my hair straighteners don’t work or if I can’t access the latest season of whatever TV series I’m into that has just been released. It’s a little difficult when you’re confronted with children who don’t know where their next meal is coming from or passing by slums with kids wading in sewage.

It is among the most abject poverty that I have stumbled across the purest kindness: poor communities who have nothing, welcoming me into their village like a long-lost relative, or lavish feasts being laid out by families who have very little and refuse to take no for an answer. It’s rare that I’ve witnessed this kind of warm-hearted behaviour in my homeland; however, it is a regular occurrence in Cambodia.

OK, OK, so I said first world problems wane, but getting to grips with Cambodia’s stifling humidity is hard – and it really does wreak havoc on my hair. My one piece of advice to anyone is to avoid visiting in April when hot season is at its peak and walking outside involves wading through the thick air – utterly unpleasant.