John Weeks (maroon shirt) is no Santa Claus on the streets of Boeung Keng Kang 1
There I was, minding my own business on Christmas Day, having just pigged out on a Lucky Burger and chips when lo and behold, the self-styled avid consumer and producer of media, John Weeks, thrust a wooden lackey-band gun into my midriff. What to do? Fortunately, Lucky Burger had just disarmed me of most of my riel and John's lack of disguise worked against him as I threatened to blow the whistle on his nefarious daytime activities. Oh, the fun and japery we get up to in Phnom Penh knows no bounds!
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