(c) Eye of Lady Penh

In the Nightly Penh

Clapaclac. Clapaclac. Clapaclac. A mysterious sound haunts Phnom Penh’s streets, late at night, when it’s dark and you can’t see a black cat.

Clapaclac. Clapaclac. Clapaclac. The sound comes and taunts you in your very home. When you’re about to go to sleep, kiss your love goodnight or yield to the temptation of a late night munchies.

Clapaclac. Clapaclac. Clapaclac. You rush to the window to catch a glimpse of whoever is making that clacking sound. But too late, all you catch is a shadow. And the continuing and fading... Clapaclac. Clapaclac. Clapaclac.

There goes the haunting sound of black nights in the Penh...