It was about 7.30 pm when we found the baby. She’d been hidden in a recess by the side of the road, wrapped in a krama, and left with a bottle of milk by her side.

Jamie had rushed into the bar, maybe an hour earlier, asked to use the phone and then …

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In 2000, the Royal Government of Cambodia (RGK) initiated a reform of the fisheries sector, which included the release of 56% of fishing lots for the development of community fisheries. The Community Fisheries Development Office (CFDO) within the Department of Fisheries (DoF), part of …

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The man continued to hum. I couldn’t recognize the melody, bar the fact that it was odious. This man plainly did not study the strains of Sisamout or Sothea. Lessons needed to be taught. I realised, somewhat resignedly, that I might have to take …

HIV Ribbon

Editors note. This story is entirely true and the events described took place five years ago. Some names have been changed to respect the confidentiality of the individuals concerned.

Tony was a tall, angry British guy, tentatively holding Irish citizenship via his Dublin born …

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I knew that the early rounds would be crucial. In those lusty periods we would work each other out. Like little old ladies at the market, we would discover each other’s weaknesses. We would prod and probe; these would not be killer blows, but …

Nowhere in Cambodia do such incommensurable worldviews meet as in the relationships between sex workers and punters.

This meeting of different worlds is what I find most interesting about Southeast Asian nightlife. In ordinary relationships, first encounters follow more recognisable paths toward understanding. There is an element of familiarity when guys meet total strangers from …

There are many things in this country of hard and searing heat that I find frustrating, puzzling and simply drive me to desperation.

Please hear me out because what I?m going to say is simply my opinion and you may have figured it out already, in which case forgive me for wasting your time.

The …

Dreadlock

His opening attack almost had me. His large flame pointed weapon nearly caught me on the side of the head as he attacked. I ducked as the flame slightly singed my coiffure. I smelt the acrid smell of human hair aflame.

I parried the next few blows and then stood back, Muhammad Ali in …

american beggar

I dragged my girl up to the lake one afternoon for breakfast. I don’t go there often, especially in the morning, but I had an inexplicable craving for museli, and I didn’t know where else to get a bowl but in the heart …

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The Arena

I squinted as I looked up into the blue skies of Phnom Penh. It was a hot day in that peculiar time in which the end of the Rainy season merges with the attractive climes of the cool season. In that period …