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The Best Laid Plans of Bats and Dams – A Day Off in the Provinces

May 1st: International Labour Day when workers of the world unite and wave socialist banners, bearded ale quaffers watch young maidens prance around a phallus with ribbons, andeveryday folk get a day out of the office. In Cambodia it’s a…
Driving Monks to the Beach

I sat down to begin a day of work in the small office of the NGO where I volunteer. It was the day after Khmer New Year, when all through the pagoda, not a creature was stirring – not even…
Cycling Through Kandal Province

Bumping on my mountain bike along a rock-strewn path beneath the Japanese Bridge leading into Kandal province, I heard a bizarre lowing sound from behind. Assuming it was some goofball Cambodian guy on a motorbike with one of the amusing…
Raving and Games in the Rice Fields – New Year in the Provinces

New Year comes but once a year, well, 3 times if you live in Cambodia. Finally the last one is done and dusted, ready for the rains, which made their timely appearance the day after. Most expats welcome the holiday,…
Going Batty in Battambang – Life in the Provinces

The last couple of articles I have written for this esteemed website could be perceived by some as being a little cynical or perhaps at times even a touch vitriolic. To even the score the following story is nicer: a…
Don’t Mount a Water Buffalo aka Putting Koh Rong to Rights

When you find yourself pulling electrical wires from sockets of blasting speakers in a furious attempt to remove the Formula Milk promotion company that are set up just inside the front gates of the school in which you work-at least…
Man Bites Dog – More Tails from the Provinces

Anybody keeping half an eye on European media over the last few months cannot help but notice the uproar over traces of horse DNA found in Findus Crispy Pancakes and LidlXtra Value burgers. The issue, it seems, is not about…
For Weddings or a Funeral – Life in the Provinces

There is no better time to witness the charms and mystery of Cambodia than the first hour of every morning. As the ever punctual sun rises, promising another day of scorching heat, there is a magic in the first rays…






Life as a Baby Duck Fetus Eater
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“You see that dish? That’s dog meat,” said Raksume who was standing me dinner at his family’s palm leaf shack on the edge of the village. “Oh” I said. And then, “Hey, where’s your dog?”. Raksume gestured unceremoniously towards the…