The first three days of workshops were held at a Korean language canter. On our first day, only a handful of children showed up, but clearly they had a blast. They must’ve been going around the neighborhood showing off their new kits afterwards, as we were surprised the next morning by a massive crowd of approximately 80 children, bumbling with enthusiasm. Our third day had the learning canter even more packed, as wave after wave of children arrived after their school day ended, all eager to play with their new kits.
We also got to visit the Royal University of Agriculture in Phnom Penh, to discuss our project with university students and receive feedback on what we could do better. It was an incredibly eye-opening experience, as I had always been aware of my privilege but had never really realized just how lucky I was to have grown up in a place such as Hong Kong. The buildings were scattered throughout patches of agricultural land, and the classrooms were dingy and moldy. There was no functioning door to the classroom, just a doorway, and there was only a blackboard at the front of the classroom. There were no tables, just chairs with folding desks. The entire time we were there, we were slapping at mosquitoes left and right, and I thought about how fortunate we were with our air-conditioned, fully-furnished classrooms.
I was already feeling so incredibly fortunate and grateful for what I had at this point, but this feeling was only multiplied tenfold when one of the university students told us about how the highlight of their Christmases would be opening the Boxes of Hope that they received, sent from places such as Hong Kong.
The final stretch of our trip was spent in the countryside. On the way there, we spent a lot of time taking photos of the beautiful landscape just outside our window. Fields stretched out into the distance, as far as the eye could see, and the blue sky was patched with rolling white clouds.