Canadian arrested for child rape Byline: ផ្កាយព្រឹក Sunday, 5th January, 2014, 2:06 pm Battambang Province The Anti-Human Trafficking and Youth Protection Office of the Battambang Provincial Police arrested a Canadian man on suspicion of having taken a 14 year old boy to his room for sex in a hotel located…
Greetings from Battambang, Big Sister Yes, it’s been a while since we were last in touch, but seeing as we are both becoming more ‘westernized’, and, as they say it’s ‘the season’, I thought I’d write you a short summary of the year’s events of note, as is the wont…
When was the first time you heard about Cambodia? Are you (very) old and remember the ‘Golden Era’, mature enough to remember the Nixon/Kissinger policy of B-52 diplomacy, when most people were concentrating on TV news showing college drop-outs and black Americans merking Vietnam and in turn being delivered (what…
OK, it’s the finale of rainy season 2013. It was PchumBenh weekend, so what could go possibly wrong? Last PchumBenh found me in Siem Reap, out in the swamps doing a bit of Buddhism and chowing the family ‘pet’. This year, due to an ill-conceived career change and the majority…
A few things have come to my attention recently. First of all, it has been noted that many readers of these bi-monthly or so ramblings are not altogether familiar with use of the vernacular in the English language, and have little idea of cricket, bad weather and the monarchy. Even…
We’ve all got to take time out once in a while to relax and unwind, right? Stress relief can be multifaceted, taking the form of sports, fine wine, cigars, rub n’ tugs or having needles stuck into the spine by a Chinese ‘healer’. Personally I thrive on a bit of…
By day Cambodia’s second city is bustling. Hardly an urban metropolis, granted, but the main streets throng with students riding piggyback on bicycles, sellers juggling an array of fruit and packs of instant noodles beneath ancient Honda scooters. Military officers and the nouveau riche behind the wheels of SUVs plough…
There comes a point in many people’s lives when the urge to escape life becomes overwhelming. Fleeing from bank debts, failed businesses, relationship breakdowns, loan sharks, drug dealers and illegitimate children happens often enough, and is sometimes justified and sometimes not. Countries with large, anonymous cities – Dundee or Penzance,…
Ever fancied getting away for the weekend? Maybe you are an erudite city slicker who yearns for a less mean, more green environment? Perhaps you are a bored country bumpkin who hankers for the illicit and anonymous delights and bright lights of the Golden Sorryass Mall and endless rows of…
‘There`s a rat in me kitchen what am I gonna do?’ sang the Brummie pseudo-reggae band UB40 back in the 80’s. When I moved into my single-story brick-walled shack (quiet out of town setting- where no-one gets married, dies or has loud ceremonies, fully furnished, large garden, short walk from…
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