Visiting a Cambodian orphanage starts to put our privileged lives in perspective
The realities of Cambodia’s problems are evident everywhere you look. Most people scratch to make a living, playing their lives out along hot, dusty streets in both urban and rural environments. Beggars approach the tourists as soon as they step out of a tuk tuk, desperate for some small change.
People with disabilities approach you with baskets of books and postcards, trying to sell their wares under a scheme to help decrease the amount of people begging.
It’s a tough existence, and no more proof is needed than when visiting one of the numerous orphanages that are dotted around the country.
Accompanying Jasper, one of my new-found friends from the Top Banana guesthouse in Phnom Penh, we head out of the city on a tuk tuk, chugging along at a slow enough pace to watch the landscape turn from city streets lined with small enterprises and eateries to emptier roads dotted with market stalls and fields strewn with vast amounts of litter.
Litter is a big problem in Cambodia – it is everywhere, and no one really seems to care. Plastic bottles are collected up because money is given for recycling, but unfortunately it becomes apparent as you travel around that this country is one big plastic bag.
Stopping at a market in a disparate new town on the outskirts of Phnom Penh to buy biscuits for the children, Jasper explains how this settlement has come into being due to the displacement of large groups of people.
A symptom of the corruption and vigorous development here, communities are sadly getting kicked out of the homes that they have lived in and worked for only to receive a building the size of a double garage – single storey – as compensation for the whole family to live in.
Those that have the money can extend on top to create a multi-level building, but these are few and far between. Being an hours’ tuk tuk drive away from the city centre can often mean that the livelihoods that these people have built up have also been lost, and so they start again in their new homes. Frustratingly, a lack of land laws means that these people don’t have the official rights to their original homes, so therefore they have no leg to stand on.
Climbing back into the tuk tuk, we bump down a dirt track for another five minutes before entering a small yard area with low buildings around the edges. It’s surprisingly quiet, but this transpires to be because the children are all watching TV in the covered communal area, making the most of their free time on a Saturday morning.
Jasper takes the opportunity to show me around the grounds, which include a three storey building where the ‘library’, teachers’ offices and accommodation, and classroom are based, a covered communal eating and TV watching area, a three-storey boys dorm, and the girls’ dorms, which are two rooms in a low wooden building.
Peeking my head in, I see that the girls all sleep on hard wooden platforms together, and lockers line the walls for them to keep their personal belongings in. The basic conditions are difficult to see, however it is clean and dry, and outside there is a pile of bricks which is to be transformed into a new female dorm very soon.
The organisation of SCD Orphanage is impressive – there is an attempt to move towards self-sufficiency in the shape of their own fish pond, rice paddy, vegetable plot and an intention to buy chickens. They even have a water purification machine, which produces clean, bottled water for the children to drink.
There are grand plans afoot for this machine, with the intention for the orphanage to start selling their water externally in order to generate revenue. Annoyingly, they’ve so far been unable to gain the certificate needed in order to start selling this water as the officials are demanding payment for it.
None of Cambodia’s orphanages are state funded, and so it is the kindness of mainly western benefactors that funds these organisations. Apparently it’s a sad truth that the government smells this western money that the orphanages receive, and consequently sees the opportunity to gain extra cash through bribes.
Once the TV show is over, a number of the kids drift over to say hello. It’s clear to see what English they’ve recently been learning from Jasper, as many of them ask me whether I have any brothers and sisters. They’re all charming, with sweet smiles, good if slightly grubby clothes, and a touch of shyness about them.
When we hand out the cookies, they line up expectantly and politely say thank you, before excitedly posing for photographs and taking it in turns to play with my camera.
Jasper explains that only a handful of the children are actual orphans – the rest come from families who are either too poor or sick to take care of them. The orphanage apparently goes through a rigorous assessment process to ensure that only the children who need it most are admitted.
The orphanage is currently full with just over 130 children, and they face a problem here – they’re so full that they couldn’t take any new kids in this year. Being a new institution that’s only been open a handful of years, none of the students have actually graduated yet, meaning no spaces are being opened up for a new intake.
Some of them are in their penultimate year of schooling, but this has poses a problem in itself: what happens to these children once they’ve graduated and no longer have a place at SCD? Should they be cast out and expected to fend for themselves? Or should the orphanage have a hand in helping them get started in a new chapter of their lives?
SCD needs these children to leave so that they can take in others who need the care as well, but they apparently still want to maintain some involvement in helping the graduates out once they’ve left. There is talk of a foundation being created, financed by fundraising, to help tackle the problem – it’s something that I’ll be keeping an eye on from now on.
A week later, and it’s the Khmer New Year, a time for celebration when the majority of people head out of Phnom Penh to the countryside to visit their relatives and friends. The roads are eerily quiet, save for a pick-up truck driving down the road with a dozen children of various ages standing in the back.
These are the true orphans of SCD – whilst the other kids have gone home to their families for the holiday, this handful remain behind with nowhere to go. A few of us have volunteered to take them to Phnom Penh’s water park, which consists of three not-so-large slides, a wave machine, and a lazy river.
The orphans are full of barely contained excitement – this visit is one of the highlights of their year, according to Jaspar. We race up and slither down the slides over, and over, and over again, with the boys stopping halfway down and clambering up over you like monkeys until we form big chains of people, crashing into the pool below.
One of the older boys, who was about 16 years old from my guestimation, turns to me at one point and says ‘I am so happy today. This is so much fun.’ Given the basic facilities – in comparison to Western standards – here, it’s touching that such a simple trip can give such pleasure even to an older teenage boy.
At the end of the day, my friend Nancy and I decide to buy everyone an ice cream. Everyone tucks in as they clamber onto the truck, cheerfully saying goodbye. The same teenage boy I was talking to earlier turns around and says one thing that will always stay with me: ‘Thank you from the bottom of my heart.’
If such simple acts as these result in so much gratitude from these wonderful children, I tell myself, I’ll endeavour to do everything I can to help them, even from a distance. And take my word for it – I will.
If you would like to learn more about SCD – Save the Children Cambodia for Development – orphanage and how you can help, then please contact me and I’ll put you in touch with Jasper.