Dutch blood runs through my veins. My legs are genetically supposed to begin making cycling movements before I even start to walk…
In my volunteer programme, we are generally expected to ride bicycles if our workplaces are within 5km or so from our homes. Living in Phnom Penh, most of us reside close to work. When I arrived and had a look at the chaotic city traffic and chronically potholed roads, I thought there was no way I was getting on a bicycle. Not even to mention the fact I had arrived in Cambodia under that stifling heat at the beginning of the rainy season and daily flooding. Other volunteers encouraged me to get on a bicycle and give it a try – which I did once – and subsequently made a decision to never try again. Alternatively, I decided to focus my Dutch genes on spinning classes at the gym with machine bikes, cute instructors, and pounding dance music! Continue reading
Sometimes innovation is simple. This hospital provides mosquito nets, cooking facilities, and clean water in the waiting room where some patients wait overnight.
When you think about healthcare in a developing country you probably imagine pretty rudimentary equipment, long waits, questionable doctors, and lots of other challenges that might put your health at risk. I can’t deny that much of Cambodia might fulfil that vision. Healthcare is really a huge issue here. Even for me, if anything major comes up I will be whisked away to Thailand for proper treatment. But where does that leave the common Cambodian? I have heard many stories of people who simply died because they could not get to any facility. Clinics are popping up around the country, often funded through development aid projects. But building a clinic in a rural area doesn’t always override major obstacles. Continue reading