
During a ten-day stay in Cambodia’s capital, Phnom Penh, I often found myself at Café Fresco. I went there because it was air-conditioned. And when I had hours of work to do, my over-heating computer appreciated the cooler temperatures.
One of the two employees who usually worked in the afternoon was Kunthea, who always greeted customers with a smile. Like many others her age (early twenties), she wanted to improve her already good English, and when not at work she was studying at university. Each time I entered the café, there would be an exchange of greetings, which included a sincere inquiry as to how the other was doing.
When it came time for me to leave Phnom Penh, I stopped by the café for a final cup of coffee and to say goodbye. As I sat at a table and neared the end of my cup, I looked up to see Kunthea behind the counter, her hand digging into the tip jar. She pulled out a 500-riel note (worth about 12 cents) and within two minutes had transformed it into a swan. The swan, I would soon learn, was to be my farewell gift. Often at the end of our journeys we lug home corny trinkets, most of which will never fit into the fabric of our lives unless we jam them there. I’m still not sure where Kunthea’s swan will end up in my own life, but I don’t think it will need to be jammed anywhere. For now it sits, along with some spare coins, in the ashtray of my ’91 Honda Civic. Sometimes when I’m driving down the road I’ll take the swan out and place it on the dashboard, and I’ll wonder how a young woman in Cambodia is doing today.

I returned to the States four months after Kunthea gave me her gift. Wishing to let her know that her kindness wasnÂ’t forgotten, I sent her this photograph of the swan atop my
Honda Civic.

The sticker on the mirror shows the shape of Cambodia and the national flag

Traffic in Phnom Penh

A reminder that Cambodia, for all its riches, is one of Southeast Asia's poorer nations

Kunthea and myself on the day she gave me the swan
This story is adapted from my book 30 REASONS TO TRAVEL: PHOTOGRAPHS AND REFLECTIONS FROM SOUTHEAST ASIA
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| Joel Carillet, Gather Travel Correspondent | ||||
His articles, based on extensive travels in Asia and the Middle East, seek to shed light on humanity, both our own and that of others. They aim not merely to entertain and inform but also to develop a sense of connection between the reader and the world. Joel's writing and photography have appeared in several publications, including the Kansas City Star, Christian Science Monitor, and The Best Travel Writing 2008. He is also the author of 30 Reasons to Travel: Photographs and Reflections from Southeast Asia. If interested in learning more about Joel or purchasing photographic prints, visit http://joelcarillet.com. When not on the road, he happily calls Tennessee home. Keep up with Joel's article series by joining his network, or subscribing to his content. | ||||




Comments: 11
Kunthea reminded me of a girl I used to go to school with, named Ly Sang. Ly Sang hardly spoke to anyone, and I was told she was severely traumatized by things that happened in Cambodia. For some wonderful reason, she talked to ME. I didn't like that grade 5 class, but I sure enjoyed being in it with her. Our teacher that year scared the crud out of both of us. He was always screaming, until one day when my mother marched into the classroom and set him straight.
I remember when Ly Sang was partnered with another girl in the class, a girl who I found to be rather SPOILED. The girl who I'll just call H, was trying to interview Ly Sang for an assignment. "Where are you from?" (asked in a very loud and slow ignorant voice as though she were talking to a rock)
"Cambodia," Ly Sang replied.
"Where in the Carribean," H asked?
"CAMBODIA" I corrected her from a few rows away.
I walked over to their table and gave H a little geography lesson.
I think Ly Sang had probably experienced enough, and didn't need to be bugged by a spoiled kid who never wanted for anything in her life.
I'd sure love to know where Ly Sang is now.
Thanks for posting this, and reminding me of her. Your story and the swan were absolutely wonderful.
And good memory, Richard. I had shared this story (in abbreviated form) in the caption to a photograph of the swan, probably about ten months ago. But this is the first time in article format.
good shot on your car and I enjoyed the brief visit with you to Cambodia