| Typical small village market. |
| All those dots are flies. They were buzzing everywhere. |
| I couldn't get enough of the local markets. Was happy to wander away in them looking for some of the yummy treats to eat. |
| This is how ice is sold. |
| Heading to where relocated families live by what was the old garbage dump. The new one has a guard there and he wouldn't let me enter as I was a foreigner. |
| First Aid station at a prominent museum... I had more useful stuff in my purse than I saw in the cabinet which only contained hand sanitizer, rubbing alcohol and face masks... |
| Gorgeous scenery at the beginnings of the Tonle Sap Lake. The largest freshwater lake in Southeast Asia (UNESCO) Read about the gigantic volume changes it goes through each year. |
| What the photo doesn't show is the crazy loud music blaring from public loud speakers -- Religious music, contemporary music, wedding music... |
| This would be classified as a "Type 1 household" who struggle to meet daily needs, often are ill, no savings, employment. |
| Catering team for a village wedding. |
| Mending fishing nets. |
| Would love to see this during the rainy season. |
| My ride for the next 1 1/2 hours. It was magical. |
| See the woman holding what looks like a racket? They use it to hit the fishing nets effectively dislodging the smaller fishes. This technique is aptly called fish badminton. |
| Finally reached wide open water. Could barely make out the horizon -- Strange eerie sensation. |
| The lake is only a few metres deep in dry season. And no, there were no life jackets I could see on the boat. At this point of the trip, stuff like this no longer phased me. |
| Slum area in Siem Reap supported by NGO. |
| Yes, it is barbed wire that people hang their clothing on. On child recently got his scalp nicely torn after trying to run under it. |
| These kids grabbed onto my leg and wouldn't let go. My host was frantically trying to get them off me as they were filthy. I didn't mind and was amazed at their strength. |
| Kids in Cambodia have a habit of coming up behind you silently and wacking you in the butt, hard, to get your attention. I was wacked a lot here and at the garment district food stalls. |
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