24 hours in Sisophon.

by Dominic Stafford

I’ve spent many an afternoon in Sisophon, a dusty town which seems to have been forgotten about. For tourists, it’s simply where you get off one bus, and on to the next. For the curious, it’s a microcosm of Cambodia, between two mountains. Nothing happens here, and nothing probably ever will. The wealth of the locals varies. Those who have a motorcycle buzz to the markets. Those with connections drive flash cars down the quiet dusty streets. Those in need of psychological help have been pushed aside, and so have those places in need of reconstruction. Where will it be in twenty years time? Probably exactly the same…