Long and I just roaming around town. In Battambang, like everywhere else in Cambodia, folks are friendly and the atmosphere is safe. Though, like anywhere in the world, one needs to pay attention and be aware of of one's surroundings and keep a good distance away from any form of vice.
Former train station.
I wanted to go in and meet the Chief, but I was concerned about being...exploited.
Long and his concrete monkey pal.
Third-world traveling amusement parks give me the creeps.
Quite a load of ceramic domestic water storage tanks for this little 125cc motorbike. In Cambodia, if you can balance and move forward - you have a legal load.
Learn to drive. Shirt optional.
Cambodian, Super Cool.
Top rider gestures 'left-turn'. Safety First.
A renovation underway.
"Hello Mister -- polio, polio", he says nicely as he points to his legs from his arm driven tricycle. Polio indeed. We enjoy a short criptic exchange. He departs with a smile a dollar richer. The equivalent of five-cents is a more common donation. All of us have a lucky day now and again.
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