I'm in one of the most disgusting freelancer bars in Cambodia. Gazing out at the flotsam and jetsam of Phnom Penh's expat scene, I'm forced to agree.
In one corner, a white guy in a string vest and short shorts crammed hard into his crotch works his jaw as if he's gearing up for the Cumbrian gurning championship. Smack in the middle of Phnom Penh's busy nightclub area, Walkabout is a bar and hotel that really doesn't have much going for it. Other than the fact it's open 24 hours and is the preferred hangout for dozens of the city's methamphetamine-ravaged prostitutesβor, as Cambodians euphemistically call them, taxi girlsβand the sex pests who love them.
They can't afford to do autopsies in Cambodia, so that's all technically conjecture, but I'm sure it's pretty accurate.
Despite my propensity for slumming, I'd probably never go to Walkabout if it weren't for one thing: the Joker Draw.
The game begins with a shuffled deck of cards being pinned face down to the wall inside a locked glass cabinet. Punters buy tickets for 60 pence 4, Cambodian riel , with half the proceeds going to the bar and the other half added to the jackpot. One ticket is drawn each week, and whoever holds the lucky ticket gets the chance to turn over one of the cards in the glass case. If they turn over the joker, they win the jackpot. But, of course, that doesn't happen too often. The losing card is then re-pinned face up, the glass case is locked and play continues the next week.
