At the end of the line

Our speedy (they get up to 30mph) and bumpy ride on the norry (local word for small bamboo carts loaded on wheels and propelled along a train track on wheels) arrived at a dead end, where we were politely ushered to a low table and sold drinks by poor villagers and their children (did we have tourist written on us?).

I mock but actually it was one of those moments I actually relish in Cambodia, as with my small amount of Cambodian I can make small chat and they love it and you get a glimpse of what life is like for most people in this country (as opposed to what I usually see in Phnom Penh)..that is slow-paced, basic and just watching the day (norries) go by.