orichá wrote: ↑Fri Dec 08, 2023 1:27 pm That episode reminds me of my first and second year in Cambodia. . . I was living in a row of small rooms across the river from the old town center... One of my neighbors was a junior military police officer. He used to invite his seniors for drinking sessions under a little gazebo there on Friday nights. Big plastic barrel full of ice and four cases of ABC and other beers... "Drink, drank, drunk" was their slogan. The military police guys were always ribbing me through the information office rep, who could speak a bit more English... "They think you're a drug dealer"... Which I wasn't... The job of the military police is to catch smugglers. There, I also met the provincial governor and chief of military police one night, too. Anyway, it was free beer steps away from my room, so never any issues. Those guys would drink a lot. I used to wonder how they drove their trucks home...

Speaking of fighting cocks... some years later, in Sihanoukville, one of my neighbors kept a lot of cocks for fighting in cages. They told me they would take home at least 100 dollars if their bird won its fight on weekends... Later, after I moved, someone told me that all the birds were stolen one night when they weren't there...

Anyway, you can buy them on Khmer24.