Flying Mud, Flying Neil
Wednesday, September 22nd, 2004As I was walking towards the guesthouse that I intended to stay at on the lake tonight here in Phnom Penh, I came across a large crowd gathered in the middle of the street. I use the word ‘street’ in a very generous way, as many of the side streets here in Cambodia are a clay-mud surface punctuated by water filled potholes. In the middle of the crowd, a police officer was shouting at a teenage girl who was cowering behind a middle-aged man. It seemed that the policeman wanted her to get on his motorbike, though she was trying in vain to avoid going anywhere near it. Finally the policeman grabbed the girl by the hair and attempted to pull her towards to motorbike. She resisted with all her strength for a few seconds before the policeman turned, hit her in the head, and kicked her in the stomach. She fell to the ground and into the arms of some spectators.
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Sorry for another lapse in posting. I have had a bit of writers block, or maybe laziness...I'm not sure. After leaving Jungle Beach, I had a crazy night in Nah Trang with a few ... 
Neil