CHILI

Cambodian news break.

Three people, including a nine year old girl, were killed and eleven people were injured on Monday morning when a truck plowed into a crowd of people eating breakfast at a road side eatery, police said Tuesday.

The truck swerved off the road in an attempt to avoid hitting a motorcycle in Traing District, said district police chief Tieng Maly. Police have impounded the truck, he said.

The driver fled on foot and has not been apprehended. "We are keeping the truck in our station and will let the owner come and solve the problem with the victims families," Tieng Maly said, adding that the injured are being treated in hospital.

Strange but true, in Cambodia you pay your way out of man slaughter charges. The owner would probably not pay more than $200 for each dead dude and medical costs for the others.

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Back in the late nineties Buddy and I met his friend from Dublin at Phnom Penh international airport. Paddy was a likeable chap and we proceeded to his hotel, all settled and with instructions to meet up after hours for a beer and chat, Paddy was left to recover from the jet-lag.

At Tom's bar later that night Paddy and Buddy caught up on old times and shot the shit about nothing. Soon the topic came around to the promised day trip to the legendary ganja fields of Phnom Penh. Bach then there were about 10 hectares under cultivation 5kms out of town. Much further out & we would have been in Khmer Rouge kidnap territory.

Saturday morning came, and earlier than my alcohol soaked brain wanted to know about, so we set off on our buying trip. The normal rate was about 1 dollar a kilo cleaned and Buddy and I were fully stocked so it was all to amuse Paddy.

At the fields, which stretched along the broken highway, we were eagerly met by a farmer who invited us to take what we wanted. Buddy and I made ourselves as comfortable as possible in the stifling heat and limited shade of the rural lean-to and let Paddy lose into a living dream.

He whooped and shouted for joy as he danced among the 2.5 meter crop of lush green ganja plants begging to be picked. He came back for a quick chat, which if you know any full blood Irish is almost indecipherable when they really get going. We told him the rules: Pick what you want, give it to the farmer's family and they will clean it into smoke-able mull and then we pay and leave for the bar. Paddy ripped into the field in almost pure ecstasy.
After Paddy had acquired about 3 or 4 plants the farmer, who was curiously observing our mentally challenged tree hugger dance and sing, walked calmly over to Paddy, took the bunch of trees off him and threw them in the river, said something to Paddy in Khmer and went back to his shade spot.

Paddy was very fucking stunned; he sauntered over like 6yr old after smashing a window to find out what went wrong.
And Buddy said, "If you keep picking male plants we will be here all fucking afternoon you idjut!"

Alas, they have since been plowed in. (The Ganja that is)