I just left the office. Nearly 11pm. On my way to get dinner I passed a big group of Cambodians out on the street, holding hands in a big circle dancing.
They parted hands to allow a motorcycle to drive past and then re-linked hands and carried on dancing. I could not hear any music being played.
Now I’m sitting in the outside area of a restaurant, sipping a banana lassi, waiting for my dinner to be served, and watching the world pass by.
I love this place.
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