A Khmer New Year Story
Our maid (Ta) was robbed today, in the ordinary fashion. She was riding pillion on a motodup (motorcycle taxi) when
Read MoreOur maid (Ta) was robbed today, in the ordinary fashion. She was riding pillion on a motodup (motorcycle taxi) when
Read MoreI went back to cooking at the restaurant for a few days to help my friend Josh out. He was
Read MoreDeep furrows run from the corners of Dara Than’s eyes. They come from countless smiles that cause his face to
Read MoreIntroduction Named after the vast, colourful and distinctive statue that squats imposingly at the Highway 5 roundabout (on the way
Read MoreIf a stranger had told me three years ago that Battambang was ripe for a host of foreign owned drinking
Read MoreYou’d hardly notice it, tucked away down a central but quiet and slightly gritty side road near the train station,
Read MoreIn 1991 I was nineteen years old and Cambodia still had a very tightly controlling Communist government. My country hadn’t
Read MoreI inwardly groaned when Chhay Vet suggested schlepping out into the wilderness on the edge of Battambang to hit yet
Read MoreWe’d planned to take last night’s supper just out of town at ‘the restaurant with three wives,’ Chhay Vet and
Read More‘An odd and puzzling feature of this town was that many people looked at the sky for long periods of
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