My kind of seashore, at Victory Beach, Sihanoukville.
Many poor people in Cambodia don't have a permanent home. They live their lives on the roadside or riverbank, cooking, eating and washing outdoors, and sleep wherever they can build some sort of shelter.
Walking isn't a popular form of transport with the working class, and every family aspires to own at least one motorcycle. On acquiring this precious vehicle, the family then proceeds to use it like a Landrover. The rule seems to be; never leave home without as many people, animals, and packages as possible crammed on.
Getting a few beers in for the weekend.
The Buddhist temple at Sihanoukville.
One of the many Buddha images in the temple grounds.
The young man on the left has just bought his first car. The monk is blessing the car with holy water for good luck and keeping the driver safe (the way Cambodians drive, they need more than a monk's blessing to keep them safe).
Three monks minimum to a motorcycle - it's uphill to the temple!
Even the senior monk has to roll his sleeves up and wield a power screwdriver when running repairs are needed.
Who needs a flatbed truck when you can customise your motorbike?
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