To get to the other side of course. Or to become one of the mystery meat bits in a bowl of Khmer noodle soup. Each day is like a game of chicken for me here in Cambodia, the country with the worst road safety conditions in South East Asia. I know that if I stop or even slow down to look at the oncoming traffic, I may become one of the mystery bits at the next roadside food stall. Going along with the flow I somehow manage to cross the road, always in wonderment of how I arrived at the other side.
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