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Memoirs of a Grizzled Expat 12: Up Close and Personal

I concluded the last memoir with a summary of the terrible situation befalling the cashier I was sweet on. Desperately clinging onto her virtue in a hostess bars where her staff were ripping off idiot westerners for fortunes, she was…
Memoirs of a Grizzled Expat 11: The Look of Love

In the last couple of articles I’ve been focussing on the voluntary work I was doing, leaving my ‘love-life’ in abeyance. I guess it’s time to return to that topic now. I’m about five months into my life in Phnom…
Memoirs of a Grizzled Expat 7: Secrets of the Skin Trade
Memoirs of a Grizzled Expat 6: Visa Travels, Getting Hired and Bars

As my first month in Cambodia came to a close I had finally lined up some English-teaching hours at one university spread across three campuses along with a weekend Masters’ course at another university. Just before I started, however, I…
Memoirs of a Grizzled Expat (4)

photo courtesy of Stickman Bangkok Some weeks the ‘plot’ will move on; other weeks it will go deeper. This week’s article reproduces further notes I took during my first week in Phnom Penh. It is my reflections on some of…
Memoirs of a Grizzled Expat (3)

These are extracts from a chapter I entitled, Where the Bad Are Good and the Good Very Bad (which will continue into part 4). It took me about, let’s say, six hours from decamping from my guesthouse/flophouse to finding my…









Memoirs of a Grizzled Expat 14: The Cambodia ‘Casanova’
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So what was I doing over Christmas? I spurned all the invites to parties as I hadn’t heard from my poor phoneless waif and I was so worried about her; I suspected – rightly – that she was too weak…