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| Chanchhaya Pavilion at the Royal Palace, Phnom Penh, Cambodia. Picture: Paul Myers Source: The Australian |
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| Tuktuks outside the Foreign Correspondents' Club in Phnom Penh. Picture: Paul Myers Source: The Australian |
Paul Myers
The Australian
I HAVE to give the tuk-tuk driver outside my hotel full marks for perseverance. Since I arrived at the Foreign Correspondents' Club on swanky Sisowath Quay in the Cambodian capital of Phnom Penh, he has tried everything to secure my custom, even waving vigorously at me when I open the curtains in my hotel room on the first morning.
He isn't alone. There are at least six other drivers, numerous motorbikes and taxis on the corner, each waiting for a fare that will yield a few US dollars. I can't walk within 50m of the pack without being assailed, but it's all in good humour. "How many times do I have to say I don't want a tuk-tuk?" I ask the driver who has been stalking me. He apologises in perfect English: "I'm sorry, but I have to feed my family, and I saw you get in another tuk-tuk yesterday."
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He isn't alone. There are at least six other drivers, numerous motorbikes and taxis on the corner, each waiting for a fare that will yield a few US dollars. I can't walk within 50m of the pack without being assailed, but it's all in good humour. "How many times do I have to say I don't want a tuk-tuk?" I ask the driver who has been stalking me. He apologises in perfect English: "I'm sorry, but I have to feed my family, and I saw you get in another tuk-tuk yesterday."
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