I have to say that Cambodia is the first country where I did not have problems with taxi drivers. They are all gentle, polite, and smiling. There is almost no bargain with them: they ask you a price, you say ‘no’ and propose yours, and they accept. Finish. Ah, Cambodia: what a country!
But I have to say that, as in most poor countries unfortunately, you are often the target of kids that beg for money: “Give me one dollar. I’ll give you a postcard”. “Give me one dollar: I’ll give you this bracelet”. “Give me one dollar. I’ll give you this scarf”.
I usually tend to snick out without giving them too much leeway, but I could not avoid to engage in a highly intellectual discussion with this child:
“Give me one dollar, give me one dollar”. “Give me one dollar, give me one dollar”.
“Why should I give you one dollar, you don’t sell anything”.
“Where do you come from?”.
“If I tell you the capital of Italy, will you give me one dollar?”.
“Why should I give you one dollar, I know the capital of Italy”.
“Give me one dollar, give me one dollar”.
“Ok, let’s do this: if you tell me the capital of the country that I choose, I’ll give you a dollar ”.
“What’s the capital of Madagascar?”.
‘What’s the capital of Burkina Faso”.
“What’s the capital of Iceland”.
I had to give her one dollar…