where cider meets condensed milk: Unrelated scenes from Phnom Penh

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where cider meets condensed milk

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Unrelated scenes from Phnom Penh

Sometimes, babies have an unbelievable sense of coming timing. Check out the cynic (possibly possessed) look on his face: wise beyond his 6 months. Pass me around like a plaything, will you tall people? I'll show you.

Phnom Penh is a city of about a million people. While riding from The Club to the riverfront, who should pull up on a moto but a guy we had watched in dance class at CLA a few days earlier? Coincidence... or something more sinister? (Coincidence.) He kept pace with us for several kilometres, chatting the whole way, before changing course to join an afternoon volleyball match in progress.

Foot traffic.

posted by Raychaa @ 6:08 AM

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