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Balloon salesperson on the banks of the
Tonle Sap |
Mobile
refrigerated soda fountain. |
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Village
women like she walk for hours bare feet to peddle home made delicacies
(this is most likely a rice jelly with meat inside) on the streets in
Phnom Penh. Profit margins are small but with some luck she will take home
one or two dollar at the end of the day.
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Tasty goodies on the promenade along the
Tonle Sap river: in the enamel dish fried tarantulas are measured. The
green things are the seed boxes of the lotus plant ( water lily), the seeds
are pried out and eaten.
Mango's, pineapples, mangosteens
and little fruits with a tough peel with snotty fruit mass around a shiny
black stone. On the background the
complex of the royal palace. The phenomenal lampposts are new and made out
of concrete.
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Also in the dish on the girls
lap are fried tarantulas. The kids selling insects and spiders think
they are lucky, because for food, it has not a short expiry date. What you
don't sell today, you cab try again to move tomorrow. The vessel on the
floor contains palm wine. |
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The
cyclo, the so very comfortable but slow club seat transport bicycle,
introduced by the French
in the beginning of the previous century in Indochina, is loosing its share
of the transportation market in Phnom Penh to the moto, the Honda Dream II
motorbike. A moto can accommodate only four to five people while a cyclo
can easily carry eight to ten (or like here on the photo three passengers plus
their apparent defunct moto), but the moto is of course much quicker. |
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Many
streets in town, and in particular in the colonial part, are lined with
magnificent blooming trees. In their shade, dozens of barbers have
set up shop. |
A barbers chair, a mirror, a rag and a pair
of scissors. Two passengers on the buddy seat of the moto-taxi.
Moto-dops distinguish themselves from ordinary moped users by their base
ball cap, long sleeved shirt and a pair of sunglasses.
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This lady runs her watch cubicle on the
Russian Market. Laura shows her new Longines, for the umpteenth time fixed
for free with a new push pin. |
On the Russian Market, the boys and girls
with the moto spare part shops are sandwiched between the food section and
the silver smith alleys. |
Our landlord and lady also had a jewelry
shop at the Russian Market. Here three generations Dokter try out gold and
jewels.
Kees preferred to spend his
time at his favorite CD kiosk and towers high above the owner of all the
pirated disks. |
Regular watering hole on the Russian Market:
the ladies of the fresh orange juice.
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Every Day Sunset Day |
