Phytosanitary Certificate Cambodia Portable Guide

She looked at the Buddha in her lap—a reject from the crate, its base chipped. A tiny hole, no bigger than a needle’s eye, stared back. She blew on it. Fine sawdust puffed out.

“System says… your wood is suspicious ,” Sophea said, not looking up. phytosanitary certificate cambodia

Mara had done everything right. She’d fumigated the crates at the Sihanoukville port, paid the $40 bribe to skip the “inspection queue” (a fanless shed where inspectors napped), and submitted her forms to the Ministry of Agriculture, Forestry and Fisheries at 7 a.m. She looked at the Buddha in her lap—a

Powderpost beetle.

The wood was alive.