Hello one and all! It is 12.13 am and I desperately need to go to sleep! But my mind is in overdrive and won’t allow me to. So am going to while away the time writing, as yet I haven’t found any sheep! Tomorrow I am going with my Tuk Tuk driver to see the countryside, meet his family and visit one of the rural village schools. It's for certain I will have a real fun day, My TT (short for Tuk Tuk) man is a sweetie...but oh my God sometimes I wonder what planet he is on! The other day I found him lounging in his TT (as they all do when they have no business)
When I told him that I didn't need him as I was very busy building my new website, image my surprise when he said “Oh I need a website can you do one for me?"
Thinking to myself "Holy sugar! That's all I need" I naturally answered with a big stupid smile "Yesss of course I can" why my tongue always wags when it should be completely still I will never know.
Fortunately I had the presence of mind to ask him why he needed a website...I mean why would a Tuk tuk guy need such a thing!!! Unless he is now going for the big time. When he told me he needed to be able to write to his clients the penny dropped!!! Aaaaah what he needed was an email. Again big mouth me tells him that's no problem. Well I don’t know how it happened but the next thing is I am sitting with him in the back of the TT and proceeding with what I thought would be the easy task of setting up his email.
He hands me his rather small antiquated mobile and informs me that I have to go into the supermarket on the opposite corner to get their password for an internet connection. Anywhere in the world if you asked a shop for their password they would tell you to get lost! Not so in Cambodia, they happily informed me of the secret code and we were all ready to go.
This is how the filling out of his details for a new email address went:-
Me……. “OK so you name is Ben “(I have always known him by this name)
Me…….”What is your surname?”
Me ……. “No your surname or last name”
Me ……”So you are called Ben Ben?”
Ben …...”Noooo my name is Pov”
Me …...” So you are Pov Ben?
Ben or Pov ……”Yes”
Me ….. “I need your date of birth”
Ben or Pov…...”Sunday”
Me…….” No Pov or Ben, I need the date, what day 1.2.3 etc?”
Ben or Pov…..”I don’t know, Sunday”
Ben or Pov ….”Month??????”
Me……”January, February, March?”
Ben or Pov …… “I don’t know, Sunday”
Me…..”OK Ben or Pov what year?”
Ben or Pov……”Year?”
Me…..The year Pov! 1970, 1980, 1990, 2015?
Ben or Pov ……”I don’t know, Sunday”
An hour has since gone by and I am still setting or at least trying to do his email!!! I then decide to just give him a new date of birth and get on with it. After several attempt with dear old google being just as difficult as Pov. "This name is taken," "this password is not strong enough," "please use capitals and numbers,Jazzus he is a Tuk tuk driver not a secret agent for the FBI."
Phew at long last I eventually got his new email and password sorted. Dear God! What a relief! With mission accomplished I finally managed to escape from Ben’s or Pov's TT. Aaaah then guess what! He smilingly asks me when I could organize Facebook for him! As my Mother used to say “No rest for the wicked” Such is life 🙂
What was interesting was that on commenting to a friend of mine who has lived a long time in this country, he told me that many Cambodians don't know their date or year of birth. Apparently when the Khmer Rouge were in power a lot of official papers got destroyed, consequently they have no records to check out their personal history. How sad for these lovely people and even sadder for me when I have to organize their emails.