
“Are you sure you want to eat my food?” He suggested we go to some of the other more established and palatable touristy places, before finally agreeing.
He was our tuk-tuk driver. It’s how tourists get around in South East Asia. We knew Sammy wasn’t his real name. I’m sure constantly explaining his true Khmer name to foreigners could get annoying.
I can’t tell you how many times I wished my name was Zeus or Heracles. You know, something modest and unassuming.
In any case, he was hesitant to let us into his world. I get it. With thousands of places to eat, frolic, and culturally appropriate in Cambodia, we were insistent to savor his taste of home.
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