Tag Archives: expat life
Freedom of Speech, Pick-axes and Pussycats

Lord Playboy himself, not too mention his various columns, is no stranger to controversy. For whatever reason, much of what has been written by him in the past has driven the local professional guilt-mongers to mouth-frothing, lentil-spitting apoplexy. In the…
Running Away From Rabid Packs of Dogs (The Khmer way to fitness)

How can you, as a lard-arsed NGO fatty, lose weight fast? Do you have one of those ”can not-tell-if-it is-all those pies-or-down’s-syndrome kind of faces?” Are you the kind of man that is so severely testosterone-impaired that you make Barry…
Travel Advisory: Submerged Coconuts

I felt fantastic after work on the Friday before Pchum Ben and promptly met two friends at Kandal House for steaks in blue cheese sauce and three bottles of red wine. I went with one of them, Davie, to the…
NGO Girls: The Israeli/ Cambodian Connection

Greetings faithful readers, and welcome to the latest instalment in my sporadic series outlining ‘What happens when good little Jewish girls working for an NGO go bad, monstrously bad.’ It all starts out in an internet chat room; PLAYBOY: Hi!…
The Battambang Chronicles or Satan Works in Mysterious Ways

Glassy eyed bemusement, the not so faint sound of indrawn breath and facial expressions bordering on the surreal were just three of the reactions I encountered on telling my friends that I was leaving the madhouse that is Phnom Penh…
Expatriate Classification: Subgroups and Archetypes

So what kind of person do you find living in Phnom Penh, what drives them to Cambodia, what do they do here, why do they stay and most of all, are they up to any good? Extensive research carried out…
No Vacancies for the Aesthetically Challenged.

From this advertisement in last week’s Cambodia Daily we can deduce that Phnom Penh’s ‘ASEAN UNIVERSITY’ is currently recruiting ten new teachers, but by casting our eyes over the person specification it seems obvious that they have set their standards…
Fiddler On The Roof

After a hedonistic start to last weekend I was left feeling a trifle jaded and retired to my quarters to sleep off the results of a reckless Friday night in Phnom Penh. Saturday became Sunday but it mattered not for…






The Khmer Funeral: Mekong Whisky, Tantric Sex Magic, and Severed Dog’s Heads
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Khmer funerals are a thing to behold. Just one week after I moved into my sprawling new villa, an old man who lived in the area croaked and his family began arranging the necessary ceremonies. I would have had some…