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Swarmed by street kids. “Postcards, lady?” one scrawny kid asks. Another boy cuts in, his grubby hands full of jewelry. I’m irritated with their parents, who force these kids to beg outside the temples rather than attend school, along with guilty travelers who fall for baby formula scams in the night market, and others who don’t barter with tuk-tuk drivers but agree to pay any price for a ride, not realizing their money reinforces the handout culture that seems to be everywhere in Cambodia. The children pester us until someone else comes along, when they race toward them. I’m too annoyed to enjoy the rest of our visit. Our last stop is a Hindu holy site know.
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