I didn’t expect to find myself watching TV in Cambodia… but the
daily siesta forced upon us by cloying weather and heat radiating off
at a nuclear temperature from the concreted roads and buildings, has us
scuttling indoors for a few hours of relief.
Cable
TV is such a novelty to me – 66 channels of … well, I don’t really
know. At least 40 of them are totally unintelligable but mostly contain
karaoke sing-a-longs or a brand new series of Monkey Magic (obviously
still big in Asia!, but yet to hit Aussie screens).
As for
English language channels, it’s really just as strange. STC and I were
in fits yesterday watching the ‘Great Outdoor Games’ as over eager
Americans in catalogue-perfect oufits competed with each other in
favourite western pastimes such as competitive fly-fishing, long
jumping for dogs and hot-saw wood chopping.
How you make a 15
minute spot out of fly-fishing is a miracle of modern television
production… amp it up with excessive statistics and flaming, swirling
logos and voila, a recognisable sports segment. What on earth do the
Cambodian’s make of all this?
