Do you remember the first day of school when the new teachers messed up the pronunciation of your name? I sure do. A chuckle broke out when these new students’ names were announced in school. The names were read out: Mote Pote Taiow Nik Naw Nak Drut Yie-ut San Ankul None of t
A few years ago, I sent out to find a remote jungle tribe known only by the legend of a “people with a hole in their chest”. After years of searching the final six day journey into the jungles of Cambodia brought us to a people called “T’moan”. They we
The T'moan are a small tribe of approximately seven hundred people who are one of the most remote ethnic groups in Cambodia's vast jungle. After centuries of isolation, the story of this nomadic tribe is now revealed in the 21st century.
The T’moan people literally live in the middle of nowhere. They are 50 km (35 miles) to the closest village in any direction. Our journey there was uneventful, but our journey back brought us to utter dependence on God.
I only had a borrowed six inch portable DVD player with me, so I set it up on my truck. I plugged it into the cigarette lighter on my truck and about 150 people sat on the ground staring at a six inch screen for exactly one hour to watch the movie.
It is seven in the evening at the T’moan village. There are children playing outside running around little campfires. I am sitting in on a little log enjoying the nighttime noises with a little breeze keeping everyone cool.