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One of my many surprises was to find food stands in the dump. Although this one
                primarily offers drinks and snacks, others serve more substantial food. One even
                has broken chairs salvaged from the dump for its customers.


                                      The people live at the edge of the dump, in homemade huts (visible
                                      in the background). This woman, who was on her way home after a
                                      day’s work, put down her sack of salvaged items to let me take her
                                      picture. She still has her pick in her hand.











               I was surprised to learn that ice
               is delivered to the dump. This
               woman is using a hand grinder
               to crush ice for drinks for her
               customers. The customers, of
               course, are other people who
               also live in the dump.















                                                                               At the day’s end, the workers wash at the community pump.
                                                                               This hand pump serves all their water needs—drinking, washing,
                                                                               and cooking. There is no indoor plumbing. The weeds in the
                                                                               background serve that purpose. Can you imagine drinking water
                                                                               that comes from below this garbage dump?




                                                               Not too many visitors to Phnom Penh tell a cab driver to take them to the
                                                              city dump. The cabbie looked a bit perplexed, but he did as I asked. Two
                                                              cabs are shown here because my friends insisted on accompanying me.
                                                                I know my friends were curious themselves, but they had also
                                                              discovered that the destinations I want to visit are usually not in the tourist
                                                              guides, and they wanted to protect me.
                                                                Note the smoke from the smoldering garbage.
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