If you enjoyed the read, please feel free to share it Here’s a map of Cambodia. The areas in blue are where the highest concentrations of landmines, cluster bombs and other unexploded munitions (UXO) are to be found. In the far NW you’ll see the town of Pailin, which was the Khmer Rouge’s last stronghold til they were ousted by the Vietnamese in ‘79. They make new amps up there everyday…...
Read MoreIf you enjoyed the read, please feel free to share itChristmas in Cambodia. There is one; at least there has been for me. Lots of good things on the boil and even tho Ol’ Santa would positively expire in this heat in his uni, never mind his beard, I get the feeling he did do a drive by (late at night when it was a little cooler). I got an early present in the form of the Mighty Mekong itself. Billy and I took pedicabs (called ‘ciclos’ here) down to the river. He jumped out on the way and picked up a 6pak of Corona and a brick of ice the size of a building block. Corona is a lot pricier and, I would say, shittier than the local beer, but there’s no accounting for taste, or Christmas, when you think about it. Billy and his pedi-dude were on a first-name basis and the guy was totally toothless (the other guy, not Billy. Billy’s still 13 or 14 teeth left) and both he and his ciclo were so skewed that, tho his pedal-stroke was cool on the starboard side (I’m a cyclist, remember), he was showing 2 inches of daylight between his foot and the pedal at bottom-dead-center on the port side. He just kinda nursed it around with his right leg. That all takes some doing as those pedicabs weigh, like, 200 lbs. There are no fat ciclo drivers. No rich ones either; they not only only rent them, they bunk down in them at night. Sometimes their pimps give them a douche and dinner (tarantula, perhaps, or something a little less hairy on weekdays) before nighty-nights. It all puts the tough-titty back in tough. The river is majestic, and its pace is something north of stately. The whiff on the bank alternates between primordial ooze mixed with human faeces (the only thing gnarlier, I think, is feline faeces), and something almost saline and fresh and bracing. The wind blows allthetime, so it’s never nasty for long. Our boat we had to ourselves and it would have fit in nicely on the Mississippi circa 1890. It was great, charming and shitty. Our skipper’s voice hadn’t changed yet, yet...
Read MoreIf you enjoyed the read, please feel free to share it Just made a new biz card with a local wiz-guy here. 13 bucks all in for a run of 200 (I’m just a lil’ outfit). Thinkin’ globally and buyin’...
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