MIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! MISSIE You want Moto?? You want Tuk tuk.... Oh no missie.... Okay Missie. Even from The RAiny SEason Bungalows, as i make my approach up to the 'main drag' (which is a dirt road with hotels, guest houses, restaurants and bars.. about 200m long), i am bombarded by Anxiously keen moto drivers and tuk tuk drivers all appealing for my business. I am only heading to the internet cafe, where sounds of Hotel California are blasting thru the sound system tainted only by the sounds of the two french men near by and their (seemingly) senseless chatter. Why would these foreigners not live here? The place seems to have a large european community.

This poses a problem for locals. If the Khmer Rouge regime was not bad enough for some of these people, the current government in power are selling off land to (mainly) Russians to develop. Trouble is, the bulldozers are just turning up into villages basically without warning. People are losing families and houses and communities. One man i met spoke of how he lived in the east and was a school teacher in the 70s. He dreamt of the big cities and the sea. After 25 years (and after Pol Pot killed off many in his generation), he made it to Sihanoukville. He becamea fisherman. end of 2007, he came home from work one day, to find his entire village bulldozed to the ground. He literally had no where to go. He and his (extended) family have only just re sorted themselves, but still live in the fear that the russians may strike again. But his spirits are remarkably high considering. They have to be. Life would suck otherwise.