A Cambodian market is the ideal spot for a family of cats. A nice supply of mice and rats, with a scattering of fish bones and chicken leftovers. Yesterday evening in Siem Reap this tabby peeping out a Thai cardboard box was afraid of something – may have had some young in there. Thought it was under the radar, but I caught it!
in Cambodia, the water level of the Tonle Sap is at its lowest in living history this year. The town of Kompong Khleang still brings home a lot of fish daily, however word about town is that the stocks seem very low. Each visit, the landing point seems to be different. This time it was at the foot of the town’s most central pagoda. Most of the catch is destined for Siem Reap, but a small amount will remain in Kompong Khleang. Fish and rice make up most of the local diet.
So it’s been an age since my last post – close to a year. It’s also been a long time since I left Cambodia, now. The nostalgia is difficult occasionally. Something is dragging me back.
“Cambodia is a dangerous place…”, a former US ambassador said, “It’ll take your heart, and it’ll break it.” It went something like that, anyway.
A visiting friend once said to me, “It’s like Narnia – you’ve stepped through the cupboard and you’re now in this other world.”
Late in the afternoon in the stilted town of Kompong Khleang, fish are still being sold where the edge of the rising Tonle Sap meets land. It looks a shambles but is actually a fairly organised system. The boat will have already been anchored out on the lake and acting as a middle-man. These five shots show the next transaction once back on dry land. Off to the evening market.