I’m in an upmarket French restaurant on a steamy evening in Cambodia’s capital Phnom Penh, and Geraldine Cox is watching me eat. It’s not a comfortable sensation. “Are you going to finish that off?” she asks suddenly, waving at a dish of fish and noodles between us. I sense, somehow, that Yes isn’t the right answer. So I say No.
“Good!” responds the Australian known for championing orphans in one of the world’s poorest countries. She gestures to a hovering waiter to pack up the food. “There’s a lot of people at home who’ll enjoy that,” she says happily. I put down my chopsticks, and nod to the waiter that he can add the other dishes to the feast, too. I know when I’m beaten.
