Taste of France, pinch of dust, whiff of petrol
May 21st, 2008 by Jinja
Man, that was a bumpy bus ride from Battambang to Siem Reap. The road was being dug up for improvements – not one stretch at a time, but all at once.
(Text message from Phnom Penh: it seems guitars are on the way to Siem Reap. Could some live music be in the offing?)
Spotted on the way: ‘Ink Rock Moto’ T-Shirt. (Left)
Idea Czar suggests it as a band or gig name.
Multivore was intrigued by the ‘Alain Delon’ cigarettes on sale here: ‘the taste of France’, but not sold in France!
I dig this sort of thing; cognitive dissonance, Cambodia styley. Heck, I thrive on it.
After the bus disgorges its passengers, we sort ourselves and head out for dinner.
