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Cars and the Automotive Sector in Cambodia
If you’ve been riding or driving to work recently, you’ve probably thought to yourself that the traffic in Phnom Penh just keeps getting worse. You would be correct in this assumption. Every time that ostentatious SUV driven by a Mao-suited…
Beaten Up and Robbed: A Dramatik Monolog of True Cambodia
Meanwhile, over on St. 63 … It was five of the A.M. in the city of Phnom Penh and I was crawling home. My hands were darkened by dust, by dirt, by the debris of urban peasantry, by scattered piles…
InterNed in Cambodia: The World, Developing
I hit the street with an uncertain stride, endeavoring earnestly to be both confident and casual, as if I wasn’t the same sad wreck of a man who’d been so boldly abused aboard an airliner that day. I believe I’d…
Cycling to the Rural Villages of Outlying Phnom Penh
I have a long-standing love affair with the following: my wife, my daughters, my extended family, food, travel, laughter – and my bike. Back in the US, my Litespeed Siena road bike (titanium, with carbon-fiber cranks and a nifty Shimano…
InterNed in Cambodia Part 2 – Ad Hoc Arrivals
In the months following my Father’s Surprise Demise, I was engaged without enthusiasm in all of the usual tying up of loose ends type of tasks that one tackles post-tragedy, timed randomly to feel like they are taking place relentlessly,…
InterNed in Cambodia: Part 1 ‘Sudden Departures’
Prior to February of this year, it had never, ever, not even remotely ever, even slightly, never – at all – occurred to me, at any point over the course of my entire life, from birth up until some fateful…
Bajaj Tuk Tuks: Cambodia’s Latest Dose of Indianisation
Phnom Penh – In Cambodia two types of three wheeled motos ម៉ូតូកង់បី currently ply their trade: there is the Thai style three wheeled moto, known as the “tuk tuk” (unibody), and there is the Khmer style three wheeled moto, known…
The Phnom Penh Street I Call Home: Rue 444 (2)
Our favourite moto driver is Eng, an old smiling man that takes me to work in the morning and gets to the exact point on 163 before waiting for me to request continuing that way in case I ask to…
Healing Hands in the Cambodian Jungle
Sai Ya will never walk again. The 26-year-old’s spinal cord was permanently damaged when she was pulled from the wreckage of a car last August and she now lies, paralysed from the waist down, at the Graphis Health Centre, with…
From the Mud to the Kitchen at Pchum Ben
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This time last year, Makara and I needed a small boat to travel from the main road just after Kean Svay across the river which had swollen at least half a kilometer to within meters of his family house. This…