Putting The Bang Into Battambang.

We came on the six hour bus to Battambang – Cambodia’s second city. Our only sustenance provided by two crickets and a stag beetle, courtesy of our new New Yorker pals Maria and Logan, seated just ahead of us. Fried, of course.  The bugs that is, not the Americans.  Although some of the recent impoliteness we have witnessed, from our cousins across the pond, especially  when dealing with the Khmer natives, has left us wanting to dip them into boiling oil just like their beloved French Fries. Behaviour which can only be described as implausible.  Making any special relationship, impossible. We have, however, began to form a burgeoning friendship with the slightly scruffy Battambang.  It’s much more, how do you say? Cambodian.  Yes – that’s the word. Here, every other Tuk-Tuk driver isn’t desperately trying to entice you with the fierce whisper of, “Lady? Lady?  You want lady?” Or, “You want smoke?  Tina? Coke?” By which I’m sure they meant the real thing and not ‘The Real Thing”!   It’s, shall we say, more family orientated here, much like the famous beverage.  Mafia families I’ve no doubt, but let’s not harp on about that or I may have to refuse that offer after all!   The city actually feels more like a small town – one in which Gary Cooper would have felt at home  – but still, a friendly, ordinary town. Our hotel has the imaginative name, The First […]

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Putting The Bang Into Battambang.

We came on the six hour bus to Battambang – Cambodia’s second city. Our only sustenance provided by two crickets and a stag beetle, courtesy of our new New Yorker pals Maria and Logan, seated just ahead of us. Fried, of course.  The bugs that is, not the Americans.  Although some of the recent impoliteness we have witnessed, from our cousins across the pond, especially  when dealing with the Khmer natives, has left us wanting to dip them into boiling oil just like their beloved French Fries. Behaviour which can […]

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Mega Wattage!

As I gazed through the ornate sandstone balustrade onto the vast, luxurious pools, in which King Suryavarman the 2nd would purify himself before worshipping his Hindu gods, I drifted. For a brief moment I was there, in the 12th century, splashing in the cool waters. I, too, had ten thousand nubile dancers, like sexy suryavarman, only mine were dancing to a slightly different tune. My minions floated all around me – back-stroke, breast-stroke, mid-stroke. Marvellous. And then, snap,  my exotic reverie was halted in a flash. A Japanese tourist with […]

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The Killing Trees.

For centuries the trees have told us tales – whether they be stories whispered of fairyfolk ‘neath the woodland canopy, or literally via the paper these great literary giants produce. The trees have always spoken, and we, have always listened. When Andrew and I decided to visit ‘The Killing Fields’ of Cambodia, neither of us had an inkling, that yet again, the wood would have a story to tell. It is impossible to write a blog evoking anything but a semblance of the horrors that occurred in Cambodia during the […]

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Hot Stuff In Kampot.

Kampot, a charming riverine Cambodian city, famous for it’s pepper, used by top chefs the world over, and it’s quaint nineteenth century, french-colonial architecture.  It may be tired, but a Notting Hill designer would charge a small fortune to replicate the effortless gallic chic that pervades this place. A faded but resplendant touch of french Indochine, that captivates it’s visitors like a talented Parisian tart on the Rue Pigalle.  We  are completely caught up in the limbs of this seductress, exploring each avenue of shuttered shopfronts with an almost salacious […]

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Bandits And Bumguns !!!

We made our way across the dusty, deserted roads of south eastern Cambodia, driven by Mr Lucky. We realised after the third time of overtaking on a blind corner, with juggernauts speeding towards us, just how he acquired  his name. We were bloody lucky to survive. Andrew & Lucky We were also fortunate to miss any encounters with the bandits who ply their trade along these quiet roads. I had been furnished with this information beforehand, but decided I would refrain from sharing it with any of my fellow passengers so […]

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Fasten Your Seatbelts – It’s Gonna Be A Bumpy Few Months!

Well, we have done it! ‘The Lola Boys’  have booked to go roaming once again. The latest adventure we are to embark upon will begin with us flying to Bangkok and then  making our way eastwards.  We shall journey overland through some of the less salubrious parts of eastern Thailand, Cambodia and Vietnam, on route to an unpronounceable, unfashionable, and from what I hear, quite unfriendly city, deep in Southern China. To celebrate our newly, almost-planned itinerary and to welcome our new  followers on Twitter and the like – I am re-blogging a couple of […]

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