… on a motorbike.
Hurrah for the white van-less society!
When everyone’s in an open vehicle, you can see what’s going on – and I must admit that I’ve become a bit obsessed with watching the traffic, just to see what’s coming up the road next.
Not sure what these are called, but I saw quite a few in Phnom Penh.
Much harder work for the driver than a tuk tuk, and rather unnerving for the passenger, I should imagine.
And this is a Cambodian tractor. This one’s pulling a load of wooden furniture, but they can also be used for ploughing the fields, as a water pump and as a generator … a bit of an all-rounder.
And this chap is making a furniture delivery trip into a family outing.
This is the cigarette delivery lady
dropping off an order at a local village shop.
And God knows how he manages to keep this bike upright while he’s sharing it with five huge sacks of rice.
I don’t know what this man’s got in these sacks, but he has cleverly used his wife and small child as ballast.
This is the dustcart
and here is the Cambodian version of the camper van.
I can only assume that this tuk tuk is acting as a getawar car
for the three masked individuals inside.
You never see one person on a bicycle, even at our school where they give bicycles to the children, they don’t give them one each. The oldest child has the bike and takes the younger one on the back.
And this one is obviously the family vehicle.
Child seats range from a scarf tied across the handlebars
to a folded cloth on the cross bar – and hold on tightly.
And it’s not just the young and the midlife crisis sufferers who have motorbikes.
I’ve never seen a monk actually driving a bike, but I’ve seen plenty of them riding pillion.
This chap is obviously doing the school run
a sort of James Dean ten years further down the line.