Chickenfarm street in sihanoukville

Cambodia, Sihanoukville, Victory hill,
19-02-2010.

Chickenfarm Street is a collection of ill-lit wooden sheds built on stilts over putrid water just beyond the harbour where a huge colony of local trucks is parked waiting sometimes for days to load or umload supplies. Considering the main business of Chickenfarm Street - cheap s*x - the location must be perfect, young sluttily dressed local ladies sitting on worn plastic chairs waiting for customers who arrive mostly on the inevitable motorbikes, filled up with enough booze to bolster their courage but too much of that not-so-elusive stuff for certain bodily parts to be still in working order...

A small army of Farang tourists have also discovered this dusty street where white-colored cows are beiing chased away from stealing bananas from the spirit houses and a fat swine accompanied by five or six piglets is on the way to their nocturnal roosting place, a muscular German storming from shed to shed carelessly fluttering a five dollar note in his hand, I presume his need must be great...

A thin Dutch lady whose blond hair is streaked with multible strands of grey betraying her advanced age, is my company for the night having picked her up in the bar of my hotel - or did she pick me up looking for male Farang company in such a "dangerous" tourist attraction...

I happen to know from three years ago that most of the action starts late at night with UN personal from Pnom Phen coming over in huge cars with personal driver - so much for the tax-payer's foreign aid being wasted here on such luxuries as cheap s*x and private local choffers -

I also happen to know that their female counterparts usually arrive during the day trying to talk some sence into these early Western p*nters, - but not the local ones - giving them a lecture about the morality and ethics of sleeping with young local prostit*tes who have very little choice in the matter considering the destitute poor background of their rural families - I wonder what they would think seeing male UN employees here late at night drinking cold cans of Anchor while trying hard to bring the price down from the habitual five bucks a shorttime to the local price of two dollar fifty, something probably not talked about in their UN headquarters back in Phnom PHen...misguided female martyrs on a serious mission while being duped by their male colleages...

But who am I to question their motives???