I'm on a boat, floating down the Mekong River to Cambodia and shit's starting to get hairy. We stopped for our driver to do some immigration paperwork. The boat hadn't even fully stopped before the children seiged us. Organized and hungry, they pounced shouting, "1 dollar," and began shoving bananas, water and dirty hands in our faces. They were followed by armed guards who dragged them out kicking and screaming. And, just like that, we're back in teh open water again. I hope Kurtz is worth it...
(there exists and Vietnam and Cambodia a strange agreement with police and begging children. They allow a certain number into each restaurant, bar, museum for a certain amount of time. I'm not sure how exactly it works, but the begging is regulated somehow).
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