The humid press of days
Yesterday evening I went with my American friend to Elsewhere. It is a lush tropical café bar not too far from the hotel. The seats were hidden in grottos with vegetation all around. The seats were really cool and big enough for three people to lie down and take their ease. Anti mosquito incense was wafting through the air. A beautiful but small swimming pool was temptingly empty and a screen was hanging above the pool. They were showing a 1920s Soviet movie. There were lights draped along the branches of the trees overhead. A beautiful scene and it was hotter than the pits of hell.
We sat. We sweated. We drankAngkor beer. Then we left – I was knackered and she wanted to go nearer the hotel and where we went had fans. Strawberry smoothy with vodka is a recommendation from me to you.
Children were selling jasmine. Children, younger than my nephew, were out at 10 pm earning money for their pimps and the mafia. Often these kids are sold as cheap labour because their parents can’t afford them. You want to buy some jasmine and then you see the pimps on motos taking the money they are earning and giving them more jasmine to sell. It’s a no win situation.
We sat. We sweated. We drank
Children were selling jasmine. Children, younger than my nephew, were out at 10 pm earning money for their pimps and the mafia. Often these kids are sold as cheap labour because their parents can’t afford them. You want to buy some jasmine and then you see the pimps on motos taking the money they are earning and giving them more jasmine to sell. It’s a no win situation.
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1 comment:
How do we go about cherishing all the children? And Cambodia was very prosperous in the past! Or was it for the few only? And who introduced child prostitution and when? Or does that too go back? The degradation of mankind is difficult to bear and as one wise man wrote "man's inhumanity to man makes countless nations mourn". I hope the UN makes a difference.
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