This is an old sign that greeted my husband and I as we pulled over a space that’s supposed to be a car park. We were visiting the Teuk Chhou waterfalls in Kampot town.
There were several bamboo stalls for customers and a few beverage vendors. We were the only visitors that time. Out of nowhere, a shirtless middle-aged man emerged and handed us a piece of crumpled paper. A parking ticket, he said. The ticket looked old. It had stains and the ink was faded, giving us an impression that it had been used many times over. Looking closely I saw that parking costs $1. Unbelievable. The man was trying to rip us off.
We hastily left.