Right where two roads cross, and motorbikes try to park, and sugar cane juice sellers are wielding great long sticks of sugar cane; great big buses do seven-point turns into a sort-of parallel with the road position. It’s the Battambang bus station.
Bus drivers usually panic when they see Sparky’s wheelchair, but we have bus-boarding down to a fine, if not shouting-free, art. First, we give the tickets to Tintin and Meena and Snowy and tell them to get on and grab 5 seats. We never buy 7 seats, they all like to sit on our laps anyway. Chris picks up Sparky, in her seat, a total weight of 25kg. He carries her onto to the bus where a seat has been saved, and plonks her down. Her seat gets firmly strapped on.