Tarantulas for tea?

This glistening heap of fried tarantulas was on offer at one of the toilet stops on our road journey between the boat and the city of Siem Reap - a journey done by coach because the water levels were too low for us to sail there. 

The journey itself was a bit of a nightmare - the happy rooms in this market were a tad dubious, for one, and the spectacle of whole streets of houses being swamped by the red dust of our passing made me feel ill even from inside the (air-conditioned) coach. I actually cannot think that the air-con filters coped with so much unless they were serviced at the end of each journey; we were all coughing by the time we arrived at our (beautiful, spotless, dust-free) hotel.

A land where opulent visitors shudder at fried spiders and shower dust over the people on their way to a paradise that the locals can only imagine is one in which an education happens, like it or no.