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We spent all day walking around Siem Reap and at times wading through the flooded streets in flip flops. Children floated down the deepest urban streams on white styrofoam coolers and black inner tubes. Young boys corralled confused fish into nets using rock formations as funnels. A motorbike taxi drove by with a thin, plastic poncho foreshadowing the downpour just two minutes away. To our left a sheet of water falling from the sky and rushing towards us. We ran for cover near a small market selling 25 kilo bags of rice and pallets of canned drinks. We asked a worker for permission to duck under their awning. He replied with a smile and pointed us towards a dry corner. A few minutes later an old, Chinese woman walked out with a metal rod and reached up to extend the awning and shelter us from the rain. As the intensity of the storm increased, the woman directed her workers to clear the entrance. She walked towards us with two wooden chairs. She placed them side by side and instructed us to sit down. We enjoyed her hospitality for the next hour as we watched people go by from the comfort of a flooded street corner.