Two weeks ago I visited such a pasture outside of the city. Actually, it was more of a soccer field, and a really muddy one at that. My flatmate Nora’s NGO whose name continuously escapes me, organized a Futbol 4 Peace soccer tournament for kids, with teams from various “eviction” settlements fighting for a giant plastic gold trophy. It reminded me of my youth soccer league days, the only difference being there were no girls playing and all the players took the field sans cleets.How beautiful-- just the bare foot to the ball—futbol at its most basic.
That’s right- the monstrosity that is Bavet’s Titan King Casino completely robbed that cheery positive NGO feeling out of me when my boss and I took a promotional marketing video (pre-production) surveying trip to visit the gaudy Chinese-built palace along the eastern border with Vietnam. One trip to Casinoland is all it takes to understand the complete misdirection of investment in a developing country. I suppose I shan’t disclose too many details, but let me tell you that if in this world I ever build anything, it will not be a casino, and if for some ludicrous reason I do decide to build a casino, I will make every effort to make sure that the builders are not Chinese, that they have taken proper measurements of all doors and doorways, I refuse carpet installations in hot temperate climates, and I employ a proper accountant. I felt really bad for the young eager, chain-smoking five-coffees in three hours, new Malaysian manager that showed us around and confessed every detail about his first 22-days in hell (on the job) to us. Poor guy. Phenomenal challenge though for any person willing to subject themselves to Cambodian business politics and dealing with Chinese sub-contractors— equally phenomenal challenge for the creation of a 30-minute regional marketing video on this place.
Photo snapped as we drove away- proof that the golden monstrosity exists.
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