Deckchair Delivery In Sihanhoukville

Limp and relaxed on a deckchair, legs aching from cycling from Phnom Penh to Sihanoukville in baking heat. I felt comfortable enough with my cycling companions, who were strangers a week ago, to sprawl with them and let them observe my legs being plucked with a craftily folded piece of string.

We’d watched all manner of things being conveyed up and down the beach, on the heads of small Cambodian ladies. The lobster looked good, but it was afternoon, and they’d surely been in the sun too long.

But there was a doctor in our group. When he arrived on the beach after a shopping trip, he promptly ordered a round of crustaceans. “Frying kills most bacteria,” he pronounced.

The lobster ladies cut the lobsters in half, prepared a paste of lemon, salt and pepper on a square of paper, and left us to enjoy their delicious fare.
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9 years ago

By: Barbara

A career girl who dropped out, traveled, found love, and never got around to going home again. Now wrangling a cross-cultural relationship and two third culture kids.

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