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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