I met Mr Chivy at the front of his home (visible in the background), in the middle of nowhere in particular, while cycling from Takeo to Kampot, Cambodia.
From my conversation with him, through an interpreter, I was able to understand that he survived the Khmer Rouge regime by hiding in the jungle for 3 years. Apparently he was quite young at the time. His mother was Khmer, while his father was of Vietnamese origin. Interestingly enough, the name ‘Chivy’ means ‘Life’ in Khmer.
He was one of the kindest, most pleasant people I’ve met anywhere in the world.