The Young Salesperson
There were over a hundred hole-in-the-wall shops under one roof. They all sold souvenirs and trinkets. As we ambled through the aisles between rows of shops, we were accosted by vendors (all women), urging us to step in: ‘All items very cheap, sir’ and ‘Only one dollar, Sir!’ As we passed by one shop, a tiny voice repeated the call. It was a boy, barely three; I suspect he did not know enough Cambodian, but he could echo the ‘Only one dollar, sir!’ call of his mother.
Parallel Currency
The official currency in Cambodia is the Riel, but US Dollars are as popular. So are counterfeits, I was warned. I had toted up a bill of 25,000 Riels (about USD 6 -This was about seven years back) in the souvenir shop. The woman in charge of the shop took a tenner from me and returned four one-dollar notes. As I peered at the currency suspiciously for genuineness, she asked, ‘I didn’t check if yours was a genuine note, did I?’
The India Connection
The friendly tuk-tuk driver asked my son what his name was. He replied, Hari. Oh, Haree as in Haree-haraa, he and his friends said in a chorus. They had heard that Indian name in some context. The guide in Siem Reap was thrilled to meet us. Indians built our temple, he said, and gave us our culture. We had Khmer rulers from your country – named Jeyya-Vermman, Yesso-vermman, Sooriyya-vermman, In-dra-Vermman, Udeyya-Vermman and the like, he said in his heavily accented tongue. I felt that being an Indian, I was almost being worshipped. A great feeling!
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