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Cambodia Daytrips: Lovek
A small blue sign sits to the right side of the road bearing the words Traleng Keng Pagoda. Next to it is a large concrete archway, covered in elaborate designs and flowing Khmer script, over a narrow road leading through…
Eastern Approaches 5: Village Number Nine
Some things will always be a mystery; why the Germans decided to be led by a man with a stupid moustache and an obvious case of Napoleon syndrome, why haggis is considered a foodstuff worthy of devotion, why some people…
Eastern Approaches 4: Sen Monorom to Village Number 9
The next morning we awoke early and arose our motor-driven steeds before departure. Much to our delight they all purred with purpose and anticipation of adventure. After a quick breakfast our energetic landlady, clad in what appeared to be a…
Riding the Trails: Tips for off-roaders
If you’re thinking of hiring a dirt bike and heading out into the sticks, here are a few tips for the most serious – and not so serious – off-road adventurers. Before you go If you’re taking your own bike,…
Daytrips: Ompe Phnom
Kompong Speu is neglected in terms of tourism. Most people pass through on their way to more famous sites around the country. But it possesses a surprising array of travel opportunities. Kirirom National Park is situated in the southwest; the…
Tibia Fibula Cambodian Style
TWO LARGE BONES BETWEEN ANKLE AND KNEE It was mid November 2004 my wife and I decided to take a short break from running our Guest House in Sihanoukville ‘AUSTRALIAN APSARA’ and travel to Kep for a well deserved rest….
Daytrips: Bavel
We take Sisowath Quay north until we pass under the Japanese Bridge. There the road becomes the smooth, paved National Hwy. # 5 leading to Kompong Chhnang, Pursat, and Battambang. The area is known as Srok Russey Keo. Extending far…
Eastern Approaches 3: Sen Monorom and the province within
We spent the evening in happy revelry. Nills, Calum and I took on some local youths in a spirited game of association football. We ended up on the wrong end of a 5-4 score line but given that we were…
Squatting
”I shouldn?t have eaten the bloody noodles?” I said to myself, as I viewed the desperate scene. An hour beforehand I had been sitting at a roadside restaurant in Kampong Chhnang. We were about one hundred kilometres from Phnom Penh…
Cambodia Stories: The Knife, the Dummy, and the Little Cafe in Poipet
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When my young Thai friend said she’d meet me in Cambodia for Khmer New Year, I promised to pick her up at Poipet. She had the impression that Cambodia was a ‘dangerous’ place, where they burn Thais on crosses made…