Walked over to the crocodile farm today, (bet they don’t get too many trespassers of a night time). It was quite sad really, hundreds of them all crammed in together. Quite a few had missing tails, and feet, probably from fighting. They hardly move about at all, unless of course provoked by the unkind keeper, who seemed quite content to get one mother to back away from it’s clutch of eggs, by repeatedly whacking it on the head with a huge pole before removing the eggs to take to the hatchery, (for hatchery read “any one of a number of restaurants in Phnom Penh). I did feel sorry for them, even if they wouldn’t think twice about tearing me limb from limb. Mind you, there’s not much of a meal of me is there? Next stop for these poor chaps is probably Prada.

 

Also saw a novel way of fishing, using a duckling as bait, as well as the traditional net casting. The Duckling method seemed to be more successful…