We were stopped at this roadside restaurant in the grounds of Angkor Wat when we were completely surrounded by loads of kids trying to sell us anything they could, especially postcards. This little kid was particularily persistant and wasn’t going to take no for an answer. He started asking all the usual questions...what’s your name? where you from?...
him: where you from? where you from?!
him: i know ireland! your population is 4 1/2 milion, your currency is euro, your prime minister is bertie ahern!
me: that’s right, pretty impressive
him: now you buy my postcards!
me: no thank you
him: yes, yes you buy them!
me: no thank you.
him: you buy them for your husband
me: i don’t have a husband
him: you buy them for your friends
me: i don’t have any friends
him: you know why you don’t have any husband or friends?
him: because you don’t have my postcards!!
who could resist that?! so i came away with a lot of ugly cambodian postcards but i still don’t have a husband.