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Read MoreIf you enjoyed the read, please feel free to share itLittle bit of LOVE comin’ your way. Me and My Mirror is back in Cambodia on December 15 along with ‘The Wellcome Trust’ – a welcome...
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Read MoreIf you enjoyed the read, please feel free to share itBlack pepper, Kampot pepper corns from the South of Cambodia, the kind you grind into your Chicken Noodle Soup. Kampot pepper turns your head around and makes you realize that, though all pepper is created equal, some peppercorns are more equal than others and destined to rock and roll. I buy its distilled essence and burn it like incense. Beats patchouli I’ll say that. I burn it nightly now cuz it puts me in a mind to go back. And so I am. Departure December 14 on an airline I can’t pronounce with just one stopover in a city I’ve never heard of which 4 million souls likely call home and whip out, every couple weeks, soccer jerseys and scarves and noise-makers to rile the arch rivals 10 miles away and 3.5 million strong. The Kingdom of Cambodia kind of (of all the countries in the region) spares you that though, which is one of the chief reasons I Love it. Even Phnom Penh goes slow; it’s chaos, but slow chaos – more like an inexpert promenade; a hot glacier that groans like 10,000 scooters running out of gas and tooting horns with a loose wire. The Department of Tourism calls it (justifiably) ‘The Kingdom of Wonder’ and some of us, lovingly and maybe at times of despair, also label it ‘The Kingdom of Blunder’. And blunder it does. A million things make Cambodia wonderful (and I’ve never heard one single person who has travelled there – really – gripe), but first and last it always boils down to the peeps. And they are fine. Their history, though, is indescribably tragic (and for some history is now) and I feel it’s their palm-like strength in surviving this that provides the incandescence to their warmth. I think of the Italians, whose history is a landmine of tragedy, and I think there is a parallel here: Italians are famously warm, engaging, spontaneous, deeply family oriented and never far from a long stare into the distance. You might say the same of our Cambodian friends and might also suggest that, at least in part, living in the moment is a way of...
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