Heathens Highway

If you are ever passing through Cambodia, and trust me when I say there is no real reason you would, and you want to have your heart broken or play the good tourist and donate to some great organizations, look no further than this Hell hole.

Stoeng Meanchey is on the outskirts of Phenom Penh and hundreds, if not thousands of people, many of them children, sift through the garbage here all day to scavenge enough to maybe make $1 USD.

I spent the day here shooting pics and I can tell you first hand that the smell and almost unbearable. The gasses in the air, the smoke from the flames and the dust floating in the air made it almost impossible to breath. I can only imagine the damage that is being caused to their health while working here.

There are several orphanages in the area that will take this children in, educate them, give them health care and keep them out of this garbage pit. It only cost a few hundred bucks a year per child if you want to help, so if you want to do your part, do some research and help one of these kids or go there and see it for yourself. It will change your life if you do.

Here are a few snaps I took that day:

I have been on a long needed mini-vacation, but reality struck me hard on my first day back on the grind when I rolled into Thailand to find that several of my DVDs are being bootlegged on the streets. God damn this place! As if it’s not difficult enough, now I have to explain to the girls why their movies are selling in their country, after I told them it never would.

Anyway… my little brother and I have been running around Asia checking out temples, beaches and whores for the past 2 weeks and have had a blast. He had his first 3 way and we both got sun burned after a full day boating around the Phi Phi Islands. Somehow we ended up in Cambodia and spent a few days eating “Happy Pizza” while running around like fools at Angkor Wat.

Good times.

So now I’m sitting in a room with a broken air-con and little piss ants crawling all over the table where I’m typing, and wondering if these little fuckers will ruin my laptop if they get inside of it, or will the heat of the laptop just cook them alive. Speaking of cooking alive, while we were out and about we munched on crocodile meat, silk worms and even a fried tarantula!!! Believe it or not the tarantula tasted pretty damn good, much like BBQ. Eating tarantula seems to be something normal of parts of South East Asia. Go figure.

“your web page suck fat benrner ass beitch”

Some of you may or may not know that I am fluent in Khmer. One of the days we were at Angkor, I ran into the old man you see about and shot the shit with him all day long.

What a wise old man he was. We talked about everything including where to find the “happy pizza” that we would eat the next day. He was a very cool monk.

I love taking photos here because the contrast of the Monk’s orange robes against the dark stone on the temples is amazing. We shot a ton of photos that day but I’m too lazy to load them all up, so here are two.

Oh… and I’m not really fluent in Khmer but he did speak enough English to direct us to the Happy Pizza.

That is another story.