As is true in much of Asia and the Far East, superstition abounds. Over here, one is best advised to have some form of Spirit to protect against bad things (living or dead) from entering a home. It is widely believed in Cambodian culture, Spirits live in trees and come out at night, walk the village and see the home they lived in when they were alive. Here, some form of bad Spirit protection at the front entrance of a home is a damn good idea. I went to the house to find out what Spirit this figure represented. The front door was open with the aroma of a recently completed breakfast. Washed, wet woks hung to dry. Not a Soul to be found on the property.Or was there?
In the Kingdom of Cambodia, the capital city of Phnom Penh is 85% electrified. Outside the city, 18% of the Kingdom is electrified. These are bars of ice as they come from the producer. This is a ice wholesaler sawing smaller ice bars for salespeople to in-turn sell to food vendors. Outsiders should always avoid this ice.
Chean Long
This young fellow ran-up to my well underway cart and gestured, 'can I come aboard?'. I smiled and nodded the universal head gesture, 'jump aboard'. The moment on-board, the boy looks at me to make sure he is welcome. We relaxed, took in the scenery and one another. He hopped-off the next village with a smile and a wave and he was gone. If this little Mister had been a paying customer, his bill would be the equivalent to .11 cents.
For what seemed to be miles, this young girl, with likely her younger sister (in an innovative handlebar seat sling) was right behind me. We often just stared at one another. My cart hit a bump she avoided and we both laughed. Just to pass the time we mocked one anther's facial twists just to have fun passing our happenstance being road neighbors.
Do I feel lucky today? Many Cambodians are between 85 and 115 pounds dripping wet. Not me.
Chean Long
This young fellow ran-up to my well underway cart and gestured, 'can I come aboard?'. I smiled and nodded the universal head gesture, 'jump aboard'. The moment on-board, the boy looks at me to make sure he is welcome. We relaxed, took in the scenery and one another. He hopped-off the next village with a smile and a wave and he was gone. If this little Mister had been a paying customer, his bill would be the equivalent to .11 cents.
For what seemed to be miles, this young girl, with likely her younger sister (in an innovative handlebar seat sling) was right behind me. We often just stared at one another. My cart hit a bump she avoided and we both laughed. Just to pass the time we mocked one anther's facial twists just to have fun passing our happenstance being road neighbors.
Do I feel lucky today? Many Cambodians are between 85 and 115 pounds dripping wet. Not me.
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