Phnom Pehn, Cambodia. The Capital City. A crazy city. A city of fizzy pop shops on a side car of a motorbike, houses and shops that spill out onto the street selling eggs and noodles and wicker chairs. A city of silent beggars. Its a city for the young, the old are few and broken. Its a city of contrast. The Aeon Mall, a clean white western confusion of designer shops and fast food restaurants. Its a city for the travelers and volunteers of Non-Government Organisations. Its a city of corruption and police bribes. Its a city of fear, fear of the rich, fear of the Police, fear of the government. Its a city with a recent dark history, one which you can see in the faces of the old. Its a city of cheap beer and parties and food and Tuk Tuk rides.
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Caroline RowlandI am a dance artist from Leicester who is teaching dance in Cambodia with Girls who are survivors of sex trafficking and with young disabled Khmer people ArchivesCategories |