Do you know where your lotus are?

Today, I paid for my room, had breakfast at the market, took a tour of a lotus farm (where my guide picked many for us to eat. I suspected this might have been stealing. It was good though, looked like a grape, tasted like sweet corn) and some temples, bought a traditional Cambodian checkered scarf, had lunch and bought lunch for my guide, spent an hour on the internet, had an ice cream, dinner at a restaurant (and a few beers are projected on the agenda). All of this cost me less than 20 dollars. I love this place.

I sat down by the river to play chess with my Dutch friend. Everybody was fascinated. I felt like a celebrity, at least as much a celebrity as a chess player can be. This one guy came over and asked me how much the little set cost (which I bought in Chiang Mai, Thailand). I said a price that was less than what I paid but even still I felt terrible because it was clearly very much money to him. I felt compelled to give it to him, but then I wouldn't be able to play anymore.