There's something magical and sensual about neon...the glow, the movement, the curving flow of light.....something exciting lies within......at least that's the promise...
More or less alone on an otherwise dark street, the Sharky Bar entrance silently waits.........an eternal watering hole for Phnom Penh's lumbering Expats........
It seems like Sharky Bar's been in Phnom Penh forever, almost back to the Year Zero when there was absolutely nothing, no electricity, no vehicles, no money, no hope....
Off-duty police and army guys watch the doors and parking......inside Expats young and old, fat and slim, handsome and ugly, some with jobs, some with NGO's, some on the loose, a few of the entitled children of Phnom Penh's "Big Men", and plenty of Khmer girls, fresh from the countryside...