The Sounds of Cambodia

I think I'm going to start simply listing and describing a whole bunch of the things we see, hear, feel, taste and smell here in Cambodia. To try and give you a 'sense' of what it's like. Today, I will focus on sound, and am simply listing all the things I can hear right now, at home in our 'quiet' little neighbourhood...

• Angle grinders. Angle grinders everywhere, grinding metal. It's the worst sound of all.
• The ding-a-ling of the little bell of the man pulling his eski icecream cart
• Dogs barking. Always. 
• Street kids playing and yelling in Khmer. Mostly young boys. Something about a 'tomato'?
• Motos; little 50cc's putt-putting like they're half drowned, or 125cc's and bigger, revving and roaring up the road
• The rustling of plastic bags blowing across the streets
• A football being scuffed along the ground in the sand, bouncing off walls and crashing off metal gates
• The train and it's strange, loud, slow whistle/honk warning the people and motos to get off the track as it slowly, slowly rattles and chugs by
• Our budgies bickering and pecking at their bars
• The strange high-pitched whistle of the machine in the plastic factory down the road
• Aeroplanes flying directly overhead, low and deafening (The airport is just 3km away)
• The odd mosquito buzzes by
• Our land-lord gently pronouncing words in English to his young daughter as she slowly reads her English books to him
• "Pong tiet koun, kdaw kdaw, pi- moi poan pram, pi- moi poan pram". A street vendor with his cart selling 'very hot baby ducks (in the egg) 2 for 40cents'. It's on an automatic speaker loop
• The 3yr old girl next door is crying again, and I think that was a smack on the bottom
• Our pedestal fans whirring, one on each of us 
• Little tiny sparrows chirping and flitting about
• Horns honking, piddly little moto horns warning that they're coming round the blind corner. Or  the factory's big truck horns signalling they're heading off for Vietnam. Or the impatient honk honk honk HONK of the wealthy man in the car waiting for someone to open his gate
• Voices. Lots of people speaking Khmer, all around us. It's a very nasal language, and it carries
• Roosters crowing. I'd nearly forgotten about them they're just background noise now
• The sound of the banana tree leaves rustling in the breeze
• Kareoke. About 3 different kareoke machines at different houses all within the same street. Around 5pm they become very loud
• Next door's washing machine, pulsing and humming very low. Quite soothing actually
• A cat moaning and howling by our window late each night. Ben wants to skin it...
• The squeak squeak of the recycling lady pulling her cart of cardboard and cans, squeezing an empty detergent bottle fitted with a kid's squeaker
• Big trucks revving, revving to get up the slight incline and into the factory
• Kids yelling 'hello!' and 'barang?' (foreigner) through out gate
• The rice cooker flicking from 'cook' to 'warm'
• Our land-lady laughing her high pitched, cackling, contagious laugh. We always laugh at her laughing :)
• Little geckos on the wall yapping
• Banging. Always banging? Some kind of hammer against metal. Somewhere
• Ambulance sirens (There are 2 large hospitals nearby)
• Ben microwaving yesterday's curry at a medium to high hum