Life is lived on the streets–in the streets–in Cambodia. I’ll have to do a section on that, but here’s an example of the idea. This is some kind of meat, cut into strips, and then laid out in the sun to dry. I’m on the back of a motorcycle six or seven feet away, on a very busy street. This meat will stay there all day, collecting the sun’s rays and also all the fumes and street dust and dirt that a busy road generates. Is that a concern to local people? Not a bit.