Saturday, 26 December 2009

The egg men.

Now you get a lot of street sellers kicking about round Phnom Penh. Between them all they sell an enormouse range of things.
The commern factor with all these sellers is that they all cruse around in customised vehicles. Vehicles that have been made not only as transport but also as a portable work station.

I've seen a man with a sowing machine fixed to the handle bars of a bicycle, a mobile key-cutters made from a motorbike, and all manner of other crazy and inginious contraptions.

Not to mention all the street food.
Alot of food sellers have mobile kitchens based in a 2 wheel cart.
Yeah that's what a lot of them do.
But then there's the eggmen.

The eggmen drive motorbikes with a griddel in their sidecars. On the griddle are hard grilled chicken eggs, with an apparently dilicious taste.

The reason I know this is because our friend Conor translated the words that all the eggmen have playing on loop, at full volume, blaring from the megaphones attached to the front of their bikes.

I'm still unsure of the eggmen.
They all wear masks, they drive at about 6 miles an hour and they all like to have a right stare at any Barang they drive past.

I'm under the impression that these eggmen have a sinister political agenda. I think that just maybe the recorded message that echoes down the streets throgh which they roam is actually anti-barang properganda.

"delicious chicken eggs, barang out, out the barang,
Hard grilled barang out chicken eggs,"

Needless to say I've got my eye on them eh.

Sent from my iPod

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