On the side of the road was this home that makes rice paper for resale to restaurants all over Siem Reap. In the dry season they make about 10,000 a day. In the rainy season they have to cut production back because it starts raining about 3 in the afternoon and they can't dry them. These are made by hand on a flat griddle of which they only have two so they really hustle to make 10,000 a day. The health department in the US would have a field day here.

The sticky rice here is different than in Thailand. Not only is the method of making it different but it tastes sweet and they put soy beans in it. The rice is put in bamboo casings and the open end is plugged with a banana leaf and then cooked for about two hours over a charcoal fire. The bamboo is then thinned down so it can be peeled like in the picture. I enjoyed it but it was very filling.

This brick kiln is fueled by rice hulls and the factory has three of them. It is owned by a family that lives in the factory and sells the brick for 200 riel each. The exchange rate for the riel is 4200 to $1 so they aren't making a killng selling these brick.

What's a wheel barrow? I saw a lot of dirt piles in Cambodia and this is the way it was moved. To the left of the man is a 10 cubic yard pile of dirt. The pic is not fuzzy that's dust or, as it's known here, Cambodian snow.

Everyone needs a break from working in the fields. A lot of farmers still use water buffalo to plow the rice paddies and pull wooden carts.

One of the homes in the village where the little boy lives. Most of the people in Cambodia are so poor and their goverment is so corrupt. Very little is done for them by their government they don't see the money that other countries donate for them the polititians keep most of it. The local people are very angry about it and few talk freely about it. My tuk tuk driver spoke English well and we talked for quite a while about the corruption in their goverment.

I stopped at a very small village in Siem Reap, Cambodia and had an instant companion. This little guy followed me around the entire time I was in the village. I bought a couple of dozen bags of treats for the kids. They were all so polite and each said thank you with a wai, which is your hands together as if you were praying and placed at your chin.