It’s after dinner time in Phenom Phen and three girls are selling garlands of jasmine flowers, which are used for praying to Buddha. At first, their location outside a busy supermarket seems ideal — there’s plenty of light and a ready stream of customers. But they’re working amid a frenzy of motorbikes in the carpark and when the bar on the corner closes, a clientele of mostly military men will gush out into the night.
The girls giggle and pose for my camera, but the fact is, in my world a long way from Cambodia, children of the same age are tucked up in bed after an evening of playing with their toys or watching television.
The girls giggle and pose for my camera, but the fact is, in my world a long way from Cambodia, children of the same age are tucked up in bed after an evening of playing with their toys or watching television.
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