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These are scenes from a small vegetable and fruit market near the Maryknoll house. It’s a wet market (as opposed to a dry market with clothing, motorcycle parts, jewelry, etc.) and I always find the wet markets more picture worthy. I’ll post some pictures from the market here this week.
These are scenes from a small vegetable and fruit market near the Maryknoll house. It’s a wet market (as opposed to a dry market with clothing, motorcycle parts, jewelry, etc.) and I always find the wet markets more picture worthy. I’ll post some pictures from the market here this week.
These are scenes from a small vegetable and fruit market near the Maryknoll house. It’s a wet market (as opposed to a dry market with clothing, motorcycle parts, jewelry, etc.) and I always find the wet markets more picture worthy. I’ll post some pictures from the market here this week.
Today I was walking over to a nearby vegetable market to get some bananas and apples and passed this on the way home along a small alley. Probably even the children here could tell you what are the red and white chips or flakes but I have no idea what they are. Just that they need to be dried in the sun before whatever happens next.
This is one of those scenes that are rather inscrutable to us foreigners. This is a man in the parking lot of St. Joseph Church—connected with the church, I don’t know–doing something with 70 to 80 gallons of gasoline in plastic jerry cans. To a Cambodian, there’s probably a logical explanation, e.g., he’s buying cheaper (smuggled?) gasoline in Phnom Penh and carrying it to one of the provinces where his brother-in-law sells it in two-liter Coke bottles from a stand on the highway in front of the family home. Not something familiar to most of the foreigners here but it–or a similar scenario–makes perfect sense to the locals.
In the past three weeks, Cambodia has recorded almost triple the number of Covid infections it experienced in the first thirteen months of the pandemic. The surge is generally seen as resulting from a private plane coming in, a group with their own hookers who bribed their way out of quarantine and started running around. Nearly half the provinces in the country now have infections. The picture above is of one household where an infected person lives, what the government calls a hotspot. The authorities put up a tent and establish a police guard to try and control the infection from spreading.
Phnom Penh has an unreal number of coffee shops per person. They’re everywhere and still more keep opening. Click here to see some of the newer coffee shops soon to open.
Here is another street corner that reflects some of the architectural history of Phnom Penh. On the corner are two one-story wooden houses that probably date back to the early 1900s. Then to the right of them is a green three-story concrete building that start replacing the wood buildings in the 1940s and 1950s. And finally, in the background, is a multi-story modern building going up, a product of the building craze that started around 2000.