when i first got to cambodia i was puzzled by the sheets of rice (often pot-shaped, like above) i saw drying out on sidewalks everywhere. then one day i bought a little packet of homemade-looking (ie no label or anything) rice cakey snacks from a man with a pushcart. and it hit me. oh! no more need to wonder...i was *eating* it. knowing their origin does make me a bit hesitant but...i still eat them once in a while.
phnom penh
not rice this time, but toast...
laundry *and* rice drying: a two-fer!
in back of the restaurant at a rest stop on the way to kratie (where we stopped for one night before continuing to ban lung), i discovered a great rice-drying-in-the-sun photo op.
