Two hours ago, as Socheat and I were setting out to take some food and money to my brother David at Angkor Wat, a monkey on a motorcycle drove full speed (just as if he were on a street) into Socheat & me as we were pulling up to a gas pump. The kid’s face hit the side of my motorcycle helmet!
I immediately started screaming at the kid in Khmer and English.
“A fucking gas station! Really? Are you fucking kidding me? Crazy monkey! Are you drunk?”
No sooner did the little shit drive away did the gas station attendant tell my brother she sees this every day as the filling area is routinely used by motorists as an auxiliary thoroughfare between the two adjoining streets.
All too common acts of stupidity and negligence like this are precisely why Leni, her father, and I stay as close to home as we can.
There is only so much we can do to protect ourselves, but there is nothing we can do about the systemic idiocy of this place.