The garment factory girls and guys and a beaming author This happy group of mainly girls were enjoying their visit to Phnom Chisor, some fifty kms south of Phnom Penh, when they spotted me and all hell broke loose. As the decibel level rose considerably, I'm not sure how often they encounter a barang but they made the most of this occasion and made sure we had group photos taken and questions asked about my age, name, marital status, job and so on. They were on a visit to Chisor as a precursor to attending a wedding party that afternoon, which of course they invited me to, and pouted when I declined. They all work for the same garment factory on the outskirts of Phnom Penh and were a very happy bunch. I had just arrived at the summit of the hill after an exhausting walk up the stairway and it made for a great welcoming party.
All smiles from my new temporary friends
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