[bus riding tales]
Sihanoukville you monster of a place, all the hope and dreams lost in your dusty haze. Men made you to who you are now, a 21. century colonization and nobody dares not to bow. Cranes fill the sky, construction sites the ground and everywhere you look, Chinese overtook. Farewell to all the Khmer, you’re not longer wanted, you’re no longer local, in the place you once called home.