As promised today was the day where I would be shown a “Day in the Working Life of a Cambodian” according to my reliable driver and pseudo guide; Mr. Scorpio.
We began our day visiting women who make rice paper. The kind used for wrapping spring rolls in.
Not the fried kind; the fresh.
That white transparent covering that has a somewhat gluey texture. Ever wondered why when you buy them they have a crisscross pattern on them?
It’s because they are made by hand and dried for three hours in the sun laying on latticed bamboo beds.
The work is intense. One lady sits by the fire all day long mixing the paste, spreading it over the hot plate, removing it with what seems like a huge butter knife, placing it on a bamboo wheel. It is then the second member of the team who spins the wheel, removes the wet disc, and Continue reading Mr. Scorpio