<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868666217577346621</id><updated>2009-10-22T11:29:45.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish Amok</title><subtitle type='html'>Cambodian notebook: 21 January - 3 March 2007</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868666217577346621.post-194826630159892531</id><published>2007-12-01T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T09:21:06.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Phnom Penh</title><content type='html'>I didn't think I'd be back in Cambodia so soon. But since the Chinese didn't want us, (after the latest row over the Dalai Lama) we had to come up with plan B or for that matter plan C - which happened to be Cambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great to be back. Spent my first day strolling through the streets of Phnom Penh, soaking in the wonderfully chaotic atmosphere, hitching a  motodup ride on Sisowath Quai and enjoying the broad young smiles, sitting behind their boyfriends patiently waiting for the red light to turn green. Somehow, the traffic seems less hectic and dangerous I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/R1GBel1f_UI/AAAAAAAAAl4/99Efjje76WQ/s1600-R/CAM+Street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/R1GBel1f_UI/AAAAAAAAAl4/aQjhrtbnY28/s320/CAM+Street.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139031012359011650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? It very distinctively smells like Phnom Penh - my colleague says it smells rotten, I must admit I quite like it, and yet I wouldn't be able to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the smell hasn't changed over the past eight months... but I noticed significantly more side walks (which make walking through the city a wee bit safer), new cash points and... a place selling chocolates on 240th street. I can't imagine this becoming a serious threat to The Shop though, two doors down and still my favourite coffee haunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not back in Cambodia for pleasure, but as a media trainer. Tomorrow we're off to Takeo for an election reporting seminar. No hot water, no internet and only Asian noodles for breakfast. But hey, I'm actually quite excited. Will try to keep you posted via Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I also have an other mission of course... my Fish Amok search continues. And I've booked a cooking class for December 15th. This should be a highlight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my Fish Amok search continues on a bigger venture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.petitesetgrandesaventures.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868666217577346621-194826630159892531?l=fish-amok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/feeds/194826630159892531/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868666217577346621&amp;postID=194826630159892531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/194826630159892531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/194826630159892531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/2007/12/back-in-phnom-penh.html' title='Back in Phnom Penh'/><author><name>Barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10971081991614185334'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/R1GBel1f_UI/AAAAAAAAAl4/aQjhrtbnY28/s72-c/CAM+Street.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868666217577346621.post-4774744838478369294</id><published>2007-03-04T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T09:20:56.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sok So Bei Fish Amok</title><content type='html'>Well, that's it. My six weeks in Cambodia are already over... Six weeks of inspiring encounters and over ninety interviews. Six weeks of haggling with motodup and tuktuk drivers. Six weeks of Doxycycline. Six weeks of WIFI hotspot hunting and struggling with the local 011 mobile network. Six weeks of dirt, dust and discoveries. Six weeks of rice, fish, coconuts and Angkor Beer. Six weeks of smiles and beautiful people. Six weeks of crazy driving and many adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six weeks of road testing Fish Amok... Of course the search for the best Fish Amok continues. For now though, I'd have to say FRIZZ on Sisowath Quai, Phnom Penh's Riverfront makes the best Fish Amork in town. It's creamy, just-right-spicy and melts in your mouth. Frits, a Dutch former journalist, opened this tiny Khmer restaurant on the riverfront three years ago - so, there's a life after journalism! Today he's also offering Phnom Penh's only Khmer cooking classes. Unfortunately I didn't have the time to join one of his daily classes. But next time. Definitely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RfEEuQEwEhI/AAAAAAAAAeE/xSwPaoS09UA/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RfEEuQEwEhI/AAAAAAAAAeE/xSwPaoS09UA/s400/me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039814650639684114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank YOU for accompanying me on my Cambodian adventure. The weeks ahead will see me producing a long article for the Heinz-Kühn Stiftung about tourism and poverty reduction - and a series of radio feature reports. I'll post the links to all of this material in the near future. For now Okun tscheran sam rap pram muy atit do-lor tschong kroy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868666217577346621-4774744838478369294?l=fish-amok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/feeds/4774744838478369294/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868666217577346621&amp;postID=4774744838478369294&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/4774744838478369294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/4774744838478369294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/2007/03/sok-so-bei-fish-amok.html' title='Sok So Bei Fish Amok'/><author><name>Barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10971081991614185334'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RfEEuQEwEhI/AAAAAAAAAeE/xSwPaoS09UA/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868666217577346621.post-4509410162083017906</id><published>2007-03-03T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T02:58:21.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret of Fish Amok</title><content type='html'>Amok is a Cambodian curry which is steamed instead of boiled and is solid, but moist. There are traditionally two types of amok, one cooked with fish and streamed in banana leaf cups, simply known as amok, while the other, made from snails steamed in their shells, is known as amok chouk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RelUJ_wA7dI/AAAAAAAAAdA/OVh3Sxle7e0/s1600-h/amok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RelUJ_wA7dI/AAAAAAAAAdA/OVh3Sxle7e0/s400/amok.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037650188898987474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;400 g meaty fish&lt;br /&gt;2/4 cup coconut cream&lt;br /&gt;2 cups coconut milk&lt;br /&gt;1 egg, beaten&lt;br /&gt;Kroeung:&lt;br /&gt;2 dried red chilies, soaked, drained and chopped into a paste&lt;br /&gt;3 cloves garlic&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp galangal, cut small&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp lemon grass stalk zest of ¼ kaffir lime&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp kapi (a shrimp paste)&lt;br /&gt;300 g young nhor leaves (substitute: collard greens and super finely chopped lemon grass)&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp fish sauce&lt;br /&gt;3 tbsp kaffir lime leaves, sliced thinly&lt;br /&gt;3 cayenne peppers&lt;br /&gt;Banana leaves to make cups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;First make the kroeung, then slice the catfish thinly and set aside. Remove nhor from stem; slice the kaffir lime leaves and cayenne peppers thinly. Stir the kroeung into 1 cup of coconut milk, and when it has dissolved, add the egg, fish sauce and sliced fish. Then add the remaining coconut milk and mix well. Make the banana leave cups, then put the nhor in first, and top with the fish mixture. Steam for about 20 minutes or until the coconut milk is solid, but still moist. Before serving top each cup with coconut cream and garnish with kaffir leaf and cayenne peppers. Serve with steamed rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making banana leave cups:&lt;br /&gt;First clean the leaves with a wet cloth, then dip them into boiling water so they are soft and do not crack when being shaped. Cut cicles 25-cm in diameter and place two together. This is important as one leaf is not strong enough to hold the mixture. Mark a square in the middle of the circle, this will be the bottom of the cup. Then, put a thumb on one right angle of the square and pull up 2 sides, tucking the fold, and pinning together with a tiny bamboo stick. Then move the next right and repeat. Continue until all 4 sides of the cup are held together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868666217577346621-4509410162083017906?l=fish-amok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/feeds/4509410162083017906/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868666217577346621&amp;postID=4509410162083017906&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/4509410162083017906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/4509410162083017906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/2007/03/receipe-for-fish-amok.html' title='The Secret of Fish Amok'/><author><name>Barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10971081991614185334'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RelUJ_wA7dI/AAAAAAAAAdA/OVh3Sxle7e0/s72-c/amok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868666217577346621.post-5480459219697741428</id><published>2007-03-03T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T22:52:48.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mekong Express Onboard Entertainment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RfEEMQEwEgI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Dlk7E62YkN8/s1600-h/mex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RfEEMQEwEgI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Dlk7E62YkN8/s400/mex.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039814066524131842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difficult to say what grabs your attention most... the Karaoke-Melodramatic-Love-Songs by up and coming Cambodian Popstars on TV, the onboard guide telling us in his sing song voice about the production of palm beer that get's you drunk after only one glass (but he assures us the driver hasn't had any... haha... drunk driving is a huge problem in Cambodia... and we've passed two deadly road accidents on that trip alone) or the honking drivers constantly overtaking as trucks, cars, motos and cows are coming towards you. Sitting in the second row I just can't watch the traffic. I'll be glad when I am safely onboard my plane tomorrow. I've heard too many traffic accidents horror stories in the past six weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868666217577346621-5480459219697741428?l=fish-amok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/feeds/5480459219697741428/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868666217577346621&amp;postID=5480459219697741428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/5480459219697741428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/5480459219697741428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/2007/03/mekong-express-onboard-entertainment.html' title='Mekong Express Onboard Entertainment'/><author><name>Barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10971081991614185334'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RfEEMQEwEgI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Dlk7E62YkN8/s72-c/mex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868666217577346621.post-3679424293776198733</id><published>2007-03-03T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T22:51:25.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Star Tourism @ the Sweetheart Islands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RfEC-wEwEdI/AAAAAAAAAdk/HqErg2komFQ/s1600-h/boats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RfEC-wEwEdI/AAAAAAAAAdk/HqErg2komFQ/s320/boats.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039812735084270034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's not all dirty and charmless. If you have a bit more time and don't mind a three hour rocky and deafening trip on a dodgy wooden fisher boat without life jackets and any sort of comfort, there are beautiful deserted beaches off Cambodia's coast. Miraculously Ko Rong, the largest island, is still largely untouched. On the Western side seven kilometers of white sand beach and cristal clear blue water lined with coconut palm trees provide the ultimate Robinson Crusoe feeling. There's not a soul in sight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I was dying to jump into the Turkoise water, but with two fishermen and my macho guide on board I would have had to jump in my clothes (like all Cambodian women do) - and I had nothing to change... bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RfED1AEwEfI/AAAAAAAAAd0/36eH-RZuC6w/s1600-h/beach2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RfED1AEwEfI/AAAAAAAAAd0/36eH-RZuC6w/s320/beach2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039813667092173298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately here too it's just a question of time when development will strike. The whole island is said to have been bought by a thirty-something Cambodian tycoon. Only a few foreign investors managed to snap up part of the cake. These two little islands were bought by Australians who are planning a five star resort here. The plans by star architect Bill Bensley are already drawn. Now they are only waiting for the last inhabitants to leave the island. Four out of ten families have been promised work in the new resort. The other families have two months to clear out, dismantle their wooden houses and rebuild them on the main island Ko Rong just accross the Sweetheart Islands. Each family received $50 to move. The two owners of the island received $30,000 to sell their land  and the state gained an unspecified significantly larger amount of money to sign off the lease for the next 70 years. If you have enough cash, anything goes in Cambodia. Not many people would tell me that on the record, but literally everyone would off the record... I've heard that time and time again throughout my trip - and it's the same story all over the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it's still difficult to imagine a five star resort with 30 or so bungalows on the water, a spa, a swimming pool, two restaurants on these two dry little islands. But if development doesn't spoil the view across to Ko Rong and local fishermen and their families don't burn and chop down the entire forest, the Sweetheart Islands could well become a little Cambodian gem in the Gulf of Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RfEDNgEwEeI/AAAAAAAAAds/lDumYc3wgGM/s1600-h/resort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RfEDNgEwEeI/AAAAAAAAAds/lDumYc3wgGM/s320/resort.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039812988487340514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868666217577346621-3679424293776198733?l=fish-amok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/feeds/3679424293776198733/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868666217577346621&amp;postID=3679424293776198733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/3679424293776198733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/3679424293776198733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/2007/03/five-star-tourism-sweetheart-islands.html' title='Five Star Tourism @ the Sweetheart Islands'/><author><name>Barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10971081991614185334'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RfEC-wEwEdI/AAAAAAAAAdk/HqErg2komFQ/s72-c/boats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868666217577346621.post-6223039859744212843</id><published>2007-03-03T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T22:46:55.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Corridor Policy</title><content type='html'>Siem Reap -- Phnom Penh -- Sihanoukville that's the "tourism corridor" that Cambodia's government wants to develop. The aim is simple: keeping the tourists longer than the average 3.2 days in the country and luring them away from the temples with promises of sea, sun and fun. But will tourists stay longer? Will they head en masse to the coast? And how attractive are the beaches  of Sihanoukville?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RfECQgEwEaI/AAAAAAAAAdM/0PcWKn_BRQs/s1600-h/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RfECQgEwEaI/AAAAAAAAAdM/0PcWKn_BRQs/s400/kids.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039811940515320226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that I wouldn't fly half around the world to spend a week at one of Sihanoukville's beaches - not even the private Sokha Beach that belongs to the Sokimex empire (owned by Cambodia's Vice Prime Minister). Sokimex also runs the ticketing for Angkor Wat - and also runs many other prime tourist infrastructures throughout Cambodia (see Bokor Palace post). Many ordinary Cambodians and tourism operators I spoke with questioned the operating practises of Sokimex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sihanouville itself has the charm of a Soviet built truck, a faint communist era beach resort feel and delapidating gambling infrastrucutre. No glitz, no glam, no charm - not much at all actually... the beaches are rather dirty. I was told that's only because of the recent Chinese new year, when half of the country converged to the beaches to welcone the year of the pig. Well... pigs, what can I say, it is dirty! The shacks bordering the beach are not particularly inviting, the tourists (many older Westerners in search of sex tourism) are rather off-putting as are the one legged or one armed beggers (as sad as it may be) constantly by your side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RfECgAEwEbI/AAAAAAAAAdU/FqhWnOKouog/s1600-h/sex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RfECgAEwEbI/AAAAAAAAAdU/FqhWnOKouog/s320/sex.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039812206803292594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am really being negative here. Sure I am spoiled, once you've been been to Australia or Brazil it's difficult to compare, but I guess I just don't quite understand why anyone would join the current investment craze taking place here. Cambodia will really have to work very hard to turn this Costa del Cambodia with its booming sex tourism into an attractive and sustainable sea side resort where tourists want to unwind after a few dusty days at the temples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RfECrwEwEcI/AAAAAAAAAdc/vKxw5Tvdi-U/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RfECrwEwEcI/AAAAAAAAAdc/vKxw5Tvdi-U/s320/beach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039812408666755522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868666217577346621-6223039859744212843?l=fish-amok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/feeds/6223039859744212843/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868666217577346621&amp;postID=6223039859744212843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/6223039859744212843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/6223039859744212843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/2007/03/corridor-policy.html' title='The Corridor Policy'/><author><name>Barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10971081991614185334'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RfECQgEwEaI/AAAAAAAAAdM/0PcWKn_BRQs/s72-c/kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868666217577346621.post-7393873450651528362</id><published>2007-02-27T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T02:21:57.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down the Coast</title><content type='html'>Dear reades of Fish Amok Blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReTSFjNPCCI/AAAAAAAAAcw/QzzKlUxidA4/s1600-h/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReTSFjNPCCI/AAAAAAAAAcw/QzzKlUxidA4/s320/car.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036381276098988066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dedicated blogger wrapped up the last interviews in Phnom Penh today. I am now heading down South to Sihanoukville where I'll spend my last three days in Cambodia. Last month the third intenational airport in Cambodia opened there. So I thought I could save a bit of time and fly down. Well.... think again, it's Cambodia! Sihanoukville does now have an INTERNATIONAL airport, but no international flights, no flights from the capital Phnom Penh, just one connection from Siem Reap, though that one I was told is already booked out for the next six month...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I'll have to hit the road tomorrow by bus - 7 AM sharp. My plan is to look at child prostitution and tourism - as well as ecotourism development off the Cambodian coast. I'm told the islands are as beautiful as Thailand. We'll see - I'll keep you posted of course!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868666217577346621-7393873450651528362?l=fish-amok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/feeds/7393873450651528362/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868666217577346621&amp;postID=7393873450651528362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/7393873450651528362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/7393873450651528362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/2007/02/down-coast.html' title='Down the Coast'/><author><name>Barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10971081991614185334'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReTSFjNPCCI/AAAAAAAAAcw/QzzKlUxidA4/s72-c/car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868666217577346621.post-7228756979096985031</id><published>2007-02-24T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T20:53:15.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The case of the missing thongs</title><content type='html'>Who would steal these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReEVKjNPCBI/AAAAAAAAAck/CzlOlFBkMUA/s1600-h/Shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReEVKjNPCBI/AAAAAAAAAck/CzlOlFBkMUA/s200/Shoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035329129370552338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the Cambodian practice of leaving one's shoes outside the house, I thought my shoes would be safe on the steps of the Holiday Guesthouse. So you can imagine my surprise this morning as I was about to get into my shared taxi back to Phnom Penh and my thongs were gone. I was not happy, and searched the entire property for my beloved pair of  black &amp; silver reef thongs that I bought seven years ago in Cannes. Even though I still had a pair of runners in my bag, I kicked up a fuss telling the owner I would have to leave the establishment and head back to the capital sans footwear. The owner quite embarrassed helped me in my search and finally rang around to find potential mischievous perpetrators. I had already given up any hope, as a young man walked through the gate with a broad smile, took off MY reefs on the steps in front of the house - and disappeared inside without any word. I thanked the owner and made my way to Phnom Penh, never having been so happy to be wearing my thongs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868666217577346621-7228756979096985031?l=fish-amok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/feeds/7228756979096985031/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868666217577346621&amp;postID=7228756979096985031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/7228756979096985031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/7228756979096985031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/2007/02/case-of-missing-thongs.html' title='The case of the missing thongs'/><author><name>Barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10971081991614185334'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReEVKjNPCBI/AAAAAAAAAck/CzlOlFBkMUA/s72-c/Shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868666217577346621.post-2051106915851398703</id><published>2007-02-24T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T20:45:55.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First time riding an elephant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReEUKDNPCAI/AAAAAAAAAcU/0V6zLreWPmw/s1600-h/Elephants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReEUKDNPCAI/AAAAAAAAAcU/0V6zLreWPmw/s320/Elephants.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035328021268989954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding elephants that's what tourists come to do in Mondulkiri. One, two or three day treks in the jungle. Fortunately we were wise enough to only take a half day option that our guide Mr Tree (because he likes trees) organised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReETQTNPB_I/AAAAAAAAAcM/NCDwWKUtV8A/s1600-h/SM+0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReETQTNPB_I/AAAAAAAAAcM/NCDwWKUtV8A/s320/SM+0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035327029131544562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ten minutes of a bumpy ride, fearing for our life as the elephant went down a slope of at least 75 degrees we decided this was definitely not our favourite mode of locomotion. The elephant Nang Preah seemed to enjoy the workout - despite its 70 years of age. Our guide Soprah less so, he really only cared about his snooze once we took a break down at the waterfalls.&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to check out the video!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868666217577346621-2051106915851398703?l=fish-amok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/feeds/2051106915851398703/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868666217577346621&amp;postID=2051106915851398703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/2051106915851398703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/2051106915851398703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/2007/02/first-time-riding-elephant.html' title='First time riding an elephant'/><author><name>Barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10971081991614185334'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReEUKDNPCAI/AAAAAAAAAcU/0V6zLreWPmw/s72-c/Elephants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868666217577346621.post-9069431336554879638</id><published>2007-02-24T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T20:19:44.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Srepok Wilderness Area</title><content type='html'>It felt strange when the police officer armed with an AK47 jumped onto the back of our pick up to escort us into the Srepok Wilderness Area. We had just stopped at the first outpost of the WWF project and had a chat with rangers and law enforcers there. They showed us wood they confiscated a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReEMuTNPB7I/AAAAAAAAAbY/oWnNy4vW2QE/s1600-h/WWF+confiscated+wood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReEMuTNPB7I/AAAAAAAAAbY/oWnNy4vW2QE/s200/WWF+confiscated+wood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035319847946225586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illegal logging is a huge problem throughout Cambodia and so is poaching. WWF launched a new project four years ago in this remote forest which they say is the Serengeti of Southeast Asia. Five outposts were built in the forest. Rangers and police officers generally spend 20 day stints in the forest, patrolling together and recording the animals they sight on their treks which can last up to five days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReEMiTNPB6I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/vXDpjflJyqk/s1600-h/WWF+bamboo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReEMiTNPB6I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/vXDpjflJyqk/s200/WWF+bamboo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035319641787795362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The WWF made a concious effort to recruit former poachers when they chose their rangers for their project. Mr Kha is the head ranger and somewhat of an icon here in the region. A former body guard during the Khmer Rouge he tells me he shot ten tigers during his more than 30 years of hunting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReENBDNPB8I/AAAAAAAAAbg/bnrCt6tnLfc/s1600-h/WWF+Kha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReENBDNPB8I/AAAAAAAAAbg/bnrCt6tnLfc/s200/WWF+Kha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035320170068772802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poaching is a very lucrative business or at least it used to be when the forest was full of animals. But during the years of war, this area close to the Vietnamese border was heavily bombed and hunting seriously endangered many species throughout the forest. Now the WWF along with the Cambodian government is trying to put an end to poaching. Community extension teams are teaching locals why hunting has such negative effects and how it will ultimately destroy their livelihoods. The process is of course long. 65% of the villagers (most of them ethnic Phnongs) are said to be still hunting in the forests and you can't stop them from going into the forest from one day to the next. After all they have been living off the forest for many generations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReENRjNPB9I/AAAAAAAAAbo/c3xvNJ6Iq6s/s1600-h/WWF+Srepok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReENRjNPB9I/AAAAAAAAAbo/c3xvNJ6Iq6s/s320/WWF+Srepok.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035320453536614354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WWF's approach is therefore twofold: firstly working on the conservation and law enforcement, and secondly: closely working with the communities to make sure they will have sustainable alternative sources of income when they completely stop hunting. The WWF's local extension teams are training farmers how to improve their chicken raising and their rice production. They teach them about mushroom plantation and wild honey gathering. In addition the WWF also plans to set up a five star tourist lodge on the banks of the Srepok River. It will not only be an additional  source income for the locals, but encourage the Cambodian government to really enforce the laws and protect the wildlife in this area. It sounds obvious, but theory is a richer wildlife will lead to more tourists and hopefully prompt the government to make this area a priority - and ultimately see more benefits flowing back into local communities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868666217577346621-9069431336554879638?l=fish-amok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/feeds/9069431336554879638/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868666217577346621&amp;postID=9069431336554879638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/9069431336554879638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/9069431336554879638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/2007/02/srepok-wilderness-area.html' title='The Srepok Wilderness Area'/><author><name>Barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10971081991614185334'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReEMuTNPB7I/AAAAAAAAAbY/oWnNy4vW2QE/s72-c/WWF+confiscated+wood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868666217577346621.post-5892477184077380943</id><published>2007-02-24T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T20:09:13.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocktails &amp; Dreams - Sen Monorom Sunrise</title><content type='html'>We've been staying four nights in Sen Monorom, Mondulkiri's provincial capital. This has provided us ample opportunity to sample local cuisine and local bars... Menus are flexible: order a plain omelette and get an onion one, or even better just fried eggs... 45 minutes after ordering and the waiter having checked twice what we had ordered. If you do however order fried eggs don't be surprised if you get an omelette -- I am NOT kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReELkTNPB4I/AAAAAAAAAa4/aXe5nEChiow/s1600-h/SM+"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReELkTNPB4I/AAAAAAAAAa4/aXe5nEChiow/s320/SM+" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035318576635905922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately unconfirmed reports of dog being served in one restaurant on the main road remain... unconfirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new bar opened up with comfortable lounges a few days ago - we showed them how to make shandies and explained what a Gin &amp; Tonic is. And yes we found it odd that you could open a bar without knowing how to make a G&amp;T. But then when you hear the manager's incredible life story nothing surprises you. From a poor rural family Sayna slept on the streets of Phnom Penh while studying English. His proficiency in English led to jobs at Phnom Penh's best hotel and later an international NGO. His family did not see him for six years and thought he was dead. Despite his own difficult circumstances he supported his friend to learn English too. After all that his new bar deserves a chance to succeed. So, if you hear of a cocktail called "Sen Monorom Sunrise" this will be our legacy in this town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReELzTNPB5I/AAAAAAAAAbA/CFS_me-T3sE/s1600-h/SM+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReELzTNPB5I/AAAAAAAAAbA/CFS_me-T3sE/s320/SM+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035318834333943698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868666217577346621-5892477184077380943?l=fish-amok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/feeds/5892477184077380943/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868666217577346621&amp;postID=5892477184077380943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/5892477184077380943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/5892477184077380943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/2007/02/cocktails-dreams-sen-monorom-sunrise.html' title='Cocktails &amp; Dreams - Sen Monorom Sunrise'/><author><name>Barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10971081991614185334'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReELkTNPB4I/AAAAAAAAAa4/aXe5nEChiow/s72-c/SM+' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868666217577346621.post-3343457164180353575</id><published>2007-02-24T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T21:18:45.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost grandeur at the Bokor Palace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReA1RzNPB0I/AAAAAAAAAaI/krcisQ9hX0A/s1600-h/Bokor+Palace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReA1RzNPB0I/AAAAAAAAAaI/krcisQ9hX0A/s320/Bokor+Palace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035082963319981890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a roaring casino during the French colonial era, driving up the torturous mountain track is a gamble today (see video). When offered the choice of a hum wee, a landcruiser or a Toyota Camry Sedan I elected for the cheapest option of the Camry. When tarmac turned to dirt and rocks I thought I had made a grave error. However, in the Camry my driver and I overtook dozens of 4WD and probably set a new record for ascent and descent (4 hours, 35 minutes and 52 seconds). Along the way up colonial homes lie in ruins, the region saw heavy fighting between the Khmer Rouge and the Vietnamese. At the top the battered Roman Catholic Church is simply a shell (see video), but the views towards the see - once the mist clears - are spectacular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReA2ZjNPB3I/AAAAAAAAAag/6lp1GUbLexA/s1600-h/Bokor+Palace+Barb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReA2ZjNPB3I/AAAAAAAAAag/6lp1GUbLexA/s320/Bokor+Palace+Barb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035084195975595890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost grandeur wandering around through the rooms of the Bokor Palace you can imagine it would have been a pretty special place to play roulette up here. On a clear day you can see Thailand to the West and Vietnam to the East. Five star tourism has not quite returned yet, even though there are rumours that Sokha (who owns half of Cambodia) bought up the entire Bokor National Park. For now the residents of the Bokor Hill Top Station are local food stall holders catering to day trippers - both Khmer and foreigners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReA1ZjNPB1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/pHVRfohYoHw/s1600-h/BOKO+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReA1ZjNPB1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/pHVRfohYoHw/s320/BOKO+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035083096463968082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is also known for the occasional UFO sighting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReA1wzNPB2I/AAAAAAAAAaY/yeCALXN4GpQ/s1600-h/Boko+Water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReA1wzNPB2I/AAAAAAAAAaY/yeCALXN4GpQ/s320/Boko+Water.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035083495895926626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868666217577346621-3343457164180353575?l=fish-amok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/feeds/3343457164180353575/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868666217577346621&amp;postID=3343457164180353575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/3343457164180353575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/3343457164180353575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/2007/02/lost-grandeur-at-bokor-palace.html' title='Lost grandeur at the Bokor Palace'/><author><name>Barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10971081991614185334'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReA1RzNPB0I/AAAAAAAAAaI/krcisQ9hX0A/s72-c/Bokor+Palace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868666217577346621.post-1526603032395103253</id><published>2007-02-24T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T03:24:15.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabbit Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReAgTDNPBzI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/OJ3fEVygiSA/s1600-h/Kep7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReAgTDNPBzI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/OJ3fEVygiSA/s320/Kep7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035059895050635058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the main attractions off the coast of Kep is Rabbit Island, a twenty minute boat trip with a local fisherman. Along the beach there's a little bit of a Robinson Crusoe feel about this sparesly populated little island. Backbackers love cheap accomodation in basic small huts. If you don't mind roughing it - there's everything here for a fun time - including fresh seafood &amp; cold beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReAf0jNPByI/AAAAAAAAAZs/2CcuaC4Zv6E/s1600-h/Kep+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReAf0jNPByI/AAAAAAAAAZs/2CcuaC4Zv6E/s320/Kep+6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035059371064624930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just behind, the rubbish tip shows once  more how unplanned the tourism is. One wonders if tourism will bring here a short term economic benefit or a long term environmental headache?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868666217577346621-1526603032395103253?l=fish-amok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/feeds/1526603032395103253/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868666217577346621&amp;postID=1526603032395103253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/1526603032395103253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/1526603032395103253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/2007/02/rabbit-island.html' title='Rabbit Island'/><author><name>Barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10971081991614185334'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReAgTDNPBzI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/OJ3fEVygiSA/s72-c/Kep7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868666217577346621.post-3729706337268836896</id><published>2007-02-24T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T03:09:42.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kep-sur-Mer</title><content type='html'>Kep, or Kep-sur-Mer as this little seaside resort on the Cambodian coast was called during the French colonial years, was THE place for Phnom Penh's elite. Also after independence Kep was Cambodia's Riveria for the country's "who's who". The king and his family had (and still have) their property here, and so did other well to do families. They would come down for weekends, dance chachacha &amp; tango here, play roulette at the casino or just come to enjoy sea, sun &amp; fun in good company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReAcBTNPBuI/AAAAAAAAAY0/IZ_GPJCWjak/s1600-h/Kep+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReAcBTNPBuI/AAAAAAAAAY0/IZ_GPJCWjak/s320/Kep+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035055192061445858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with the rise of the Khmer Rouge, the Vietnamese intervention in the late 70's, the ensuing looting and many years of war - the little village fell into disrepair.... The stylish 60's villas built by Cambodian students of Le Corbusier decayed - and still bear witness to decades of war and destruction. Kep became very much a ghost town - completely off the tourist map - actually off anyone's map really. The Vietnamese border 20 kilometres to the east has been closed for the past 30 years - very much making this place "au bout du monde".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReAcMTNPBvI/AAAAAAAAAY8/SnDeLP44xjg/s1600-h/Kep1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReAcMTNPBvI/AAAAAAAAAY8/SnDeLP44xjg/s320/Kep1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035055381040006898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now things are changing: Kep is kicking back into life. A few guesthouses have opened, foreigners and Phnom Penh's expats are buying up the old houses and giving them a serious facelift. Today, walking through Kep, it's a strange feeling... caught between the grandeur of the past, the spooky years of terror and war - and a rebirth that is actually quite contagious. I caught myself thinking: "And what if I bought this run-down house? What would I do with it? And would the investment be worthwhile?" Like with so many places in Cambodia, it's too early to tell - but there's no doubt that I won't recognize Kep next time I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReAcZzNPBwI/AAAAAAAAAZE/zxPYnMZzGB4/s1600-h/Kep+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReAcZzNPBwI/AAAAAAAAAZE/zxPYnMZzGB4/s320/Kep+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035055612968240898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868666217577346621-3729706337268836896?l=fish-amok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/feeds/3729706337268836896/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868666217577346621&amp;postID=3729706337268836896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/3729706337268836896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/3729706337268836896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/2007/02/kep-sur-mer.html' title='Kep-sur-Mer'/><author><name>Barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10971081991614185334'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReAcBTNPBuI/AAAAAAAAAY0/IZ_GPJCWjak/s72-c/Kep+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868666217577346621.post-1208491990076099514</id><published>2007-02-24T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T20:25:43.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sketchy Internet Access</title><content type='html'>Hello and sus dei faithful readers of Fish Amok Blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dedicated blogger has been very busy on the road to Kep, Kampot and Bokor National Park (South East of Cambodia) -- then on to the Mondulkiri province. Over the past four days I made Sen Monorom, the provincial capital of Mondulkiri, my base to see the development of ecotourism and high end tourism in this region. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReEPhjNPB-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/oFMNuJQmuwU/s1600-h/Elephant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReEPhjNPB-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/oFMNuJQmuwU/s320/Elephant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035322927437776866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondulkiri is the biggest, but also least populated province in Cambodia. It is very remote in the North-East of the country bordering Vietnam. Today it is an ardous seven hour drive from Phnom Penh, but land speculation and tourism development is changing this tiny provincial capital (7.000 hab) day to day. Internet hasn't quite made it here yet, but I have no doubt next time I come here, I'll be able to hook up Wifi in one of the cafés that are opening up on a weekly basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me first tell you about my impressions down south.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868666217577346621-1208491990076099514?l=fish-amok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/feeds/1208491990076099514/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868666217577346621&amp;postID=1208491990076099514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/1208491990076099514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/1208491990076099514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/2007/02/scetchy-internet-access.html' title='Sketchy Internet Access'/><author><name>Barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10971081991614185334'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/ReEPhjNPB-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/oFMNuJQmuwU/s72-c/Elephant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868666217577346621.post-2179602081686025592</id><published>2007-02-14T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T05:15:01.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sey: Cambodia's national sport</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RdLvcvGj68I/AAAAAAAAAYM/DE_4InfHdUQ/s1600-h/sey1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RdLvcvGj68I/AAAAAAAAAYM/DE_4InfHdUQ/s200/sey1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031347010685627330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been telling you about Phnom Penh's nightlife. Very popular - with fans and players - is a game called "sey". Every day from 5 pm till dusk Cambodians gather for what seems to be a national sport - male only. It involves a lot of kicking around and a special ball (to me it looks like a Badmington thingy, but it's not...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RdLv8_Gj69I/AAAAAAAAAYU/1WefUpfFgH8/s1600-h/sey4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RdLv8_Gj69I/AAAAAAAAAYU/1WefUpfFgH8/s200/sey4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031347564736408530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868666217577346621-2179602081686025592?l=fish-amok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/feeds/2179602081686025592/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868666217577346621&amp;postID=2179602081686025592&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/2179602081686025592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/2179602081686025592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/2007/02/sey-cambodias-national-sport.html' title='Sey: Cambodia&apos;s national sport'/><author><name>Barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10971081991614185334'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RdLvcvGj68I/AAAAAAAAAYM/DE_4InfHdUQ/s72-c/sey1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868666217577346621.post-7590723501806180914</id><published>2007-02-14T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T05:18:03.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasta &amp; co.</title><content type='html'>I was craving for a good pasta tonight... after three weeks of rice, I thought I was really deserving it!!! (Back in Germany, I have pasta every other day...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RdLt8PGj67I/AAAAAAAAAYA/KfvBoS_UlNU/s1600-h/Pasta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RdLt8PGj67I/AAAAAAAAAYA/KfvBoS_UlNU/s200/Pasta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031345352828251058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for anyone travelling to Phnom Penh PopCafé on Sisowath Quay is THE place to go. Georgio's home made tagliatelle con funghi &amp; gorgonzola are out of this world. It was so good, I had to make sure I was not eating too fast and suffocating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm ready for another three weeks of rice ;-))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868666217577346621-7590723501806180914?l=fish-amok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/feeds/7590723501806180914/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868666217577346621&amp;postID=7590723501806180914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/7590723501806180914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/7590723501806180914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/2007/02/pasta-co.html' title='Pasta &amp; co.'/><author><name>Barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10971081991614185334'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RdLt8PGj67I/AAAAAAAAAYA/KfvBoS_UlNU/s72-c/Pasta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868666217577346621.post-1299073069202436577</id><published>2007-02-14T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T05:11:29.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kings of the Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RdLqOvGj66I/AAAAAAAAAXg/KaIF3zFvR-k/s1600-h/Cyclo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RdLqOvGj66I/AAAAAAAAAXg/KaIF3zFvR-k/s320/Cyclo+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031341272609319842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kings of the Road", that's what Robert an aid worker from New Zealand calls the cyclo drivers from Phnom Penh. They're somewhat of an icon, he says, and have been around for a long time - as a matter of fact since 1936. Most of the cyclos you see around town are originals - though rebuilt many times of course. Over the years though, life has become much harder. Competition for public transport is greater and prices lower - especially with the rise of tuktuks. The ever growing traffic makes work on the streets more difficult. Robert, who's written a book about Phnom Penh's cyclo drivers, says people treat them as bottom of the heap - they don't get much respect from anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around two to three thousand cyclo drivers try to make a living here in Phnom Penh - at least in the dry season. Almost all of them are farmers from the provinces. In the wet season they return to farm their land. But from November to May they're pedaling through the capital trying to earn a bit of money to send back home. And it's hard earned money. Most earn around 5,000 to 6,000 riels a day (the equivalent of $1,5) , sleep on the streets and worry about being mugged every single night as crime is on the rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RdLpb_Gj62I/AAAAAAAAAXA/J3sLWQEC1kM/s1600-h/cyclo+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RdLpb_Gj62I/AAAAAAAAAXA/J3sLWQEC1kM/s320/cyclo+8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031340400730958690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cyclo centre is a hole in the wall NGO, where the drivers can come to discuss their problems, have a shower, consult a doctor or learn English in the free daily classes. Today, I was invited to teach five or so cyclo drivers. I asked a lot of questions about their lives, and they asked me about mine. How is life in Germany different from Cambodia? Good question, where do I start? It's much colder over there right now... we have no cyclos... and people are a lot less friendly back home... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RdLo_PGj61I/AAAAAAAAAW4/Iw9HdaUma_Q/s1600-h/Cyclo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RdLo_PGj61I/AAAAAAAAAW4/Iw9HdaUma_Q/s320/Cyclo1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031339906809719634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert has his doubts about how much longer cyclos will be around in Phnom Penh that's why he's determined to turn the cyclo center into a sustainable business. His plan is to select 100 or so cyclo drivers who will be taught in tourism skills such as map reading and knowing their way around the city  (my experience is this skill is ALWAYS lacking - how many times have I said "I want to go to street 152 - do you know where it is?" "Yes, yes" - and ended up at the other end of town). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert is currenlty drawing up a business plan, getting in touch with tour operators and looking for donors for the project's pilot phase. And I've definitely changed my mind about cyclos. If you're not pressed for time, it's a wonderful way to get around in the city: it's quiet, it's serene - and while you're doing it, you're giving an income to Phnom Penh's poorest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it feel like to cross a six lane avenue on a cyclo? Check out my video!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868666217577346621-1299073069202436577?l=fish-amok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/feeds/1299073069202436577/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868666217577346621&amp;postID=1299073069202436577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/1299073069202436577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/1299073069202436577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/2007/02/kings-of-road.html' title='Kings of the Road'/><author><name>Barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10971081991614185334'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RdLqOvGj66I/AAAAAAAAAXg/KaIF3zFvR-k/s72-c/Cyclo+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868666217577346621.post-6984208799321570135</id><published>2007-02-10T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T20:07:23.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/Rc2XBvGj6zI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ShIISzQ_TjM/s1600-h/eveneng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/Rc2XBvGj6zI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ShIISzQ_TjM/s200/eveneng.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029842414922361650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; People the world over like going out on weekends... going to the movies, hanging out at pubs or maybe partying until dawn. Here in Cambodia - or I should say Phnom Penh - young people hop onto their motorbikes (if they have one) or their friend's one and drive all evening up and down the quay along the Tonlé River. Cambodians of all ages also love taking out their mats and plonking themselves with familiy and friends in public spaces to catch up, enjoy the milder evening temperatures and watch the action roll by....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/Rc2XmfGj60I/AAAAAAAAAWk/VvHc_7sf4_0/s1600-h/roasted+spiders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/Rc2XmfGj60I/AAAAAAAAAWk/VvHc_7sf4_0/s200/roasted+spiders.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029843046282554178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also very popular on these nights out on the town are these litle treats which come in all shapes and sizes... I would like you to tell me what this particular little snack is? The winner will get a bag of those!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868666217577346621-6984208799321570135?l=fish-amok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/feeds/6984208799321570135/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868666217577346621&amp;postID=6984208799321570135&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/6984208799321570135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/6984208799321570135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/2007/02/weekend-quiz.html' title='Weekend Quiz'/><author><name>Barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10971081991614185334'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/Rc2XBvGj6zI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ShIISzQ_TjM/s72-c/eveneng.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868666217577346621.post-2548317093837826493</id><published>2007-02-10T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T02:01:31.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headquartered at the FCC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/Rc2UAvGj6wI/AAAAAAAAAV8/THrNEj-dADU/s1600-h/FCC1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/Rc2UAvGj6wI/AAAAAAAAAV8/THrNEj-dADU/s200/FCC1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029839099207609090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best WIFI in town is at the Foreign Correspondent Club (FCC) of Siem Reap. Located in a beautiful two storey white building, it combines a distinctive colonial feel with modern minimalist design -- and great photo exhibits. The small veranda and the dozens of dark ventilators remind of a bygone era, while the sleek furniture and the stylish long bar are very NOW. A comfy beige sofa chair by the only electric plug has been my WIFI headquarters for the past ten days -- the waiters are getting used to me having shandies or 'Sandy'as they call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/Rc2UTvGj6xI/AAAAAAAAAWE/JbGpb_E_mDA/s1600-h/fcc+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/Rc2UTvGj6xI/AAAAAAAAAWE/JbGpb_E_mDA/s320/fcc+03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029839425625123602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love their use of space - seemingless transitioning from inside to outside - all open and airy, and yet with distinctive sections for eating, cooking - or chilling. The lawn in front of the FCC is always set differently, sometimes with small tables for tete-à-tete dinners, sometimes with long tables for big dinner parties, and even a set of sofa chairs to recline and enjoy a few cold Angkor beers after a dusty day at the temples. The only thing missing are the foreign correspondents - though admittedly, it's also nice to get a break... What else? The food's not great -- so stick to the drinks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868666217577346621-2548317093837826493?l=fish-amok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/feeds/2548317093837826493/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868666217577346621&amp;postID=2548317093837826493&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/2548317093837826493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/2548317093837826493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/2007/02/headquartered-at-fcc.html' title='Headquartered at the FCC'/><author><name>Barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10971081991614185334'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/Rc2UAvGj6wI/AAAAAAAAAV8/THrNEj-dADU/s72-c/FCC1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868666217577346621.post-5912242309004075423</id><published>2007-02-08T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T09:53:14.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cambodian contrasts - or where does the waste go?</title><content type='html'>I've interviewed quite a few hotel managers here in Siem Reap and wondered: where does their water comes from? There is no proper water supply system here. Where does their waste water go? There is also no sewage system, and what do they do with their garbage? The water issue is a long story (and I'll tell you more about that in another blog). But today was all about garbage. What happens to all the waste made by 1.5 million tourists? "Well, it's picked up every day", I was told. But where does it go? "No idea!" General manager after general manager, from one star to five star hotels, always had the same answer: "We pay around $100 per month to the garbage collecting company MICC to pick it up, but we have not the faintest idea where they take it". Hmmmm... I tried getting an interview with MICC - but like with so many other authorities, it's always the same bureaucratic nightmare: "You need to send a fax with your official letterhead". Yeah right, how am I supposed to do that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one morning, as I was making my way to visit a conservation project in Angkor Wat I saw one of the green MICC trucks. I jumped out of the car and stopped the truck asking the startled workers where they were going. Like so often, they had no idea what I was talking about (even though I was using all the body language I could think of). But I soon surrounded by a crowd of amused Cambodians and someone managed to tell me "behind the new stadium". Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I thought I'd check out this dump. Rachel, a British volunteer with VSO and an environmental consultant whom I had met earlier, was also curious to learn more about it. And so off we went on her motorbike in search of the dump. First, no one knew where the new stadium was... each time we asked we were vaguely pointed in an eastern direction "two kilos, two kilos" (meaning: two kilometers) - Rachel speaking Khmer it was not a language problem this time.... But after backtracking a few times and quite a few "two kilos" we finally managed to find the new stadium (I had actually seen it as we arrived to Siem Reap the first time thinking "interesting, they're building an extravagant mosque")... I'm rambling... so here was the stadium, but still no dump in sight. "Follow the trucks" we were told and so we did, driving many kilos on a dirt track, inhaling tons of dust - and soon both looking like we'd been on the road for seven days... still no dump...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RcsNOvGj6rI/AAAAAAAAAVA/jACE2kQ5EDo/s1600-h/green+truck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RcsNOvGj6rI/AAAAAAAAAVA/jACE2kQ5EDo/s400/green+truck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029127955702606514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as we decided to give up and head back into town, we spotted a green "MICC" truck - stopping along the road and dropping off bags of garbage at various houses along the way. (My only guess is that those families were earning a meager income from recycling whatever was recycable in those bags). By the smell of it, we knew we were getting closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RcsNp_Gj6sI/AAAAAAAAAVI/qnMMyzph_uU/s1600-h/gaba+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RcsNp_Gj6sI/AAAAAAAAAVI/qnMMyzph_uU/s320/gaba+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029128423854041794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dump was bad, though not as bad as I would have expected. And yet it was shocking to see people living just meters away and kids playing amongst the litter. A young woman with a sick two year old on her arm told us how miserable life is around here. There's no way you can cook clean food here, she said. Her house is infested with insects - flies everywhere. And yet, she adds, she cannot even complain, the land she and her family live on belongs to the MICC - the government sold it to the company (expropriation is not unusual in Cambodia). No wonder, the MICC was not keen for me to see this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RcsODvGj6tI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/nYpB3GIOSFU/s1600-h/garba1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RcsODvGj6tI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/nYpB3GIOSFU/s320/garba1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029128866235673298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'d be curious to know where the thousands of dollars go that MICC is getting every month... A hotel pays an average of $100/month, a guesthouse $40/month, a normal household $10/month - simple mathematics and you multiply this times 91 hotels and more than 170 guesthouses (even leaving out the individuals) and you get more than $15.000 - a huge sum of money by Cambodian standards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Siem Reap, covered in dust, all sweaty in my dirty jeans and disgusting looking shoes - I rush to my next appointment: the "amansara" - Siem Reap's poshest and most expensive hotel (a night here costs around 800$).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RcsOwPGj6uI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jRU0TE56l2s/s1600-h/aman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RcsOwPGj6uI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jRU0TE56l2s/s320/aman2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029129630739852002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contrast couldn't have been bigger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RcsOwfGj6vI/AAAAAAAAAVg/MUXrMjbEKCA/s1600-h/Aman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RcsOwfGj6vI/AAAAAAAAAVg/MUXrMjbEKCA/s320/Aman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029129635034819314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868666217577346621-5912242309004075423?l=fish-amok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/feeds/5912242309004075423/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868666217577346621&amp;postID=5912242309004075423&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/5912242309004075423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/5912242309004075423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/2007/02/cambodian-contrasts-or-where-does-waste.html' title='Cambodian contrasts - or where does the waste go?'/><author><name>Barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10971081991614185334'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RcsNOvGj6rI/AAAAAAAAAVA/jACE2kQ5EDo/s72-c/green+truck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868666217577346621.post-7838072424116548639</id><published>2007-02-06T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T05:28:04.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Sunday at Angkor Wat</title><content type='html'>Sundays have been my temple days, so today I decided to spend more time in my favourite temple Bayon, discover "new" temples - and talk to more tourists - after all, if it was not for them, I wouldn't be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/Rch-IqXv0gI/AAAAAAAAAUw/GYf0zplb-18/s1600-h/AW+Bayon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/Rch-IqXv0gI/AAAAAAAAAUw/GYf0zplb-18/s200/AW+Bayon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028407671237104130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Bayon, the temple with the many faces, I had a long chat with Chhay and Om, two boys from a nearby village who just graduated from high school. Every Sunday they come to the temples with their textbook to learn more about Angkor and the temples' history. They also listen in to what the guides have to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RchviaXv0ZI/AAAAAAAAATc/mzX6PmQme-Y/s1600-h/Bayon+with+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RchviaXv0ZI/AAAAAAAAATc/mzX6PmQme-Y/s400/Bayon+with+boys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028391620944318866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had overheard them discuss what is the meaning of the four Buddha faces carved into the four sides of the temples many towers... Charity, Compassion, Sympathy... But what was the fourth one?  Now, here I could help - because I had paid attention to my guide last week... Equanimity!! Those are also the four qualities you need to strive towards to become a Buddha. Chhay and Om told me they were not aiming that high. Their dream though - like so many other youngsters here in the Siem Reap region - is to become a guide. And so they spend as much time as they can in the temples - and work on improving their English. Guides are well paid by Cambodian standards. And if you happen to speak Korean or Japanese on top of English you're really in demand and cashing in.  There's a high chance you'll be booked out weeks in advance. Russian, a guide told me, is also in fashion, as there are only 10 Russian-speaking guides out of a total of 1,983 (Siem Reap's total population is around 100.000 - just to put these numbers in proportion). I also spotted the first woman guide, also a rarity around Angkor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/Rchv9aXv0aI/AAAAAAAAATk/zdlp7bBZLe4/s1600-h/AW+touirsts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/Rchv9aXv0aI/AAAAAAAAATk/zdlp7bBZLe4/s400/AW+touirsts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028392084800786850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less of a rarity are Korean tourists who make up more than 20 % of all tourists visiting Angkor Wat. Like their Japanese neighbours, they never go out without their hats and I personally LOVE their gloves (you could catch something nasty!). The hordes of tourists can be a bit of drag, but as soon as you leave the circuits mapped out in the various temple guides and venture out to smaller, less visited temples, that's when you experience the real attraction of Angkor Wat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RchwWKXv0bI/AAAAAAAAATs/qC1gUt4_oTs/s1600-h/AW+More+temples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RchwWKXv0bI/AAAAAAAAATs/qC1gUt4_oTs/s400/AW+More+temples.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028392510002549170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd suggest taking the time to sit down in the shade to speak with young monks who converge to the temples on their days off. Or listen to the tropical forest and marvel at century old genius. The details, the size and the settings, are temple after temple (no matter how many times you've been here) both breathtaking and overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/Rchw5qXv0cI/AAAAAAAAAT0/zkEdF8W-wTg/s1600-h/AW+this.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/Rchw5qXv0cI/AAAAAAAAAT0/zkEdF8W-wTg/s400/AW+this.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028393119887905218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to Angkor Wat for sunset. I had been asked what I prefer: sunset or sunrise? I'd have to say you must see both, but the light at sunset is pretty special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/Rch9sKXv0fI/AAAAAAAAAUo/p3Vyvg5f9XE/s1600-h/AW+monks+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/Rch9sKXv0fI/AAAAAAAAAUo/p3Vyvg5f9XE/s200/AW+monks+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028407181610832370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RchxU6Xv0eI/AAAAAAAAAUE/tHtxNKIkLkk/s1600-h/AW+Monks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RchxU6Xv0eI/AAAAAAAAAUE/tHtxNKIkLkk/s400/AW+Monks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028393588039340514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868666217577346621-7838072424116548639?l=fish-amok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/feeds/7838072424116548639/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868666217577346621&amp;postID=7838072424116548639&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/7838072424116548639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/7838072424116548639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/2007/02/another-sunday-at-angkor-wat.html' title='Another Sunday at Angkor Wat'/><author><name>Barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10971081991614185334'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/Rch-IqXv0gI/AAAAAAAAAUw/GYf0zplb-18/s72-c/AW+Bayon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868666217577346621.post-7258876213491268553</id><published>2007-02-03T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T19:27:22.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone for Iced Coffee?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RcVSiaXv0DI/AAAAAAAAAP8/PLheyAzuMuc/s1600-h/Icecoffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RcVSiaXv0DI/AAAAAAAAAP8/PLheyAzuMuc/s400/Icecoffee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027515310176981042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess you thought these villagers are in the middle of nowhere... but  you can get almost anything delivered to your floating house... I did pass on this little treat however...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868666217577346621-7258876213491268553?l=fish-amok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/feeds/7258876213491268553/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868666217577346621&amp;postID=7258876213491268553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/7258876213491268553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/7258876213491268553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/2007/02/anyone-for-iced-coffee.html' title='Anyone for Iced Coffee?'/><author><name>Barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10971081991614185334'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RcVSiaXv0DI/AAAAAAAAAP8/PLheyAzuMuc/s72-c/Icecoffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868666217577346621.post-8423104338520498930</id><published>2007-02-03T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T19:32:26.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to reach Nirvana?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RcVRxKXv0CI/AAAAAAAAAPw/FABu9TQNWcE/s1600-h/Buddha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RcVRxKXv0CI/AAAAAAAAAPw/FABu9TQNWcE/s400/Buddha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027514464068423714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned earlier that Cambodia celebrated "Miak Bochea" today, the time when Buddha reached Nirvana. So for anyone who might be wondering how to reach Nirvana - there are eight ways you need to get "right" - at least that's what my guide Mr Sorn said last Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Right view&lt;br /&gt;2. Right action&lt;br /&gt;3. Right livelyhood&lt;br /&gt;4. Right meditation&lt;br /&gt;5. Right contemplation&lt;br /&gt;6. Right speech&lt;br /&gt;7. Right thought&lt;br /&gt;8. Right effort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, having said that - what is "right" is still up for discussion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868666217577346621-8423104338520498930?l=fish-amok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/feeds/8423104338520498930/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868666217577346621&amp;postID=8423104338520498930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/8423104338520498930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868666217577346621/posts/default/8423104338520498930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish-amok.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-to-reach-nirvana.html' title='How to reach Nirvana?'/><author><name>Barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10971081991614185334'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RcVRxKXv0CI/AAAAAAAAAPw/FABu9TQNWcE/s72-c/Buddha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868666217577346621.post-1400908379567869871</id><published>2007-02-03T02:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T06:45:32.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How comfy is a Cambodian mat?</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately I became really ill as I made my way to the floating village of Prék Toal to meet the local team of Osmose. Butthe women of the village are very sweet. As soon as they noticed that I was not well, out came the old bottled Chinese medicine. I had to rub a violet liquid on my stomach - and a green one on my face... Their attention is very sincere and straight forward, the effect of the potions less so... I spent the rest of the afternoon in a hammock regaining a bit of strength onboard the floating house of Ravi my host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RcXcLKXv0EI/AAAAAAAAAQI/yK5ZHaEQ1PU/s1600-h/PT+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RcXcLKXv0EI/AAAAAAAAAQI/yK5ZHaEQ1PU/s320/PT+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027666643349655618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon I joined Chheang from Osmose for a little tour of the village. He had to do a few interviews trying to identify the families interested in the new collective savings programme that Osmose is just setting up. He also wanted to see which of the women in the village are interested in participating in the new mushroom plantation project. Now, you would think: how the hell can they grow mushrooms on floating houses? It's quite amazing how resourceful they are here. Some families have wonderful floating gardens - including palm trees, mango trees and banana trees. They grow morning glory (a local Cambodian plant), eggplant, lemon grass, papaya, pineapple - you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RcXvkqXv0JI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Q8ROa78vZak/s1600-h/PT+Float+gard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RcXvkqXv0JI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Q8ROa78vZak/s200/PT+Float+gard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027687972157247634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does take a lot of work though, and not all the families Osmose has helped to set up these floating gardens have managed to keep them alive. This is not one of the most beautiful gardens, Chheang tells me, but it is still yielding fruits and vegetables...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at Ravi's it's soon time to go to bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RcXwuKXv0MI/AAAAAAAAARI/i67nD1Hftq0/s1600-h/PT+My+bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RcXwuKXv0MI/AAAAAAAAARI/i67nD1Hftq0/s200/PT+My+bed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027689234877632706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first night on a traditional Cambodian mat is better than expected. A bit hard (I must admit), but the rocking of the waves put me rapidly to sleep... and it's only the blarring of the village's "radio" that wakes me up the next morning. Well "radio"... it's more like a big loudspeaker alternatively shouting out music (both pop and traditional), information (propaganda) and prayers. On this day Cambodia celebrates "Miak Bochea" - the time when Buddha reached Nirvana. To me the prayers seem particularly long and loud. Gosh, it's so good to have a radio you can turn off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the last one to get up. Here Ravi's kids get ready to go to school in their white and blue uniforms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RcXxVqXv0OI/AAAAAAAAARY/svww3ZSgWv8/s1600-h/PT+school+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RcXxVqXv0OI/AAAAAAAAARY/svww3ZSgWv8/s320/PT+school+kids.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027689913482465506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the youngest one stays at home because she doesn't know how to swim. The four year old gets a lice inspection instead (and ever since my head started scratching... you might see me come back with short hair). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RcXxGqXv0NI/AAAAAAAAARQ/RhBoSaD-FhM/s1600-h/PT+RAVI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RcXxGqXv0NI/AAAAAAAAARQ/RhBoSaD-FhM/s200/PT+RAVI.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027689655784427730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime the women of the family clean the house and the men work on repairing the fishing nets. For me it was time to inspect the 50 crocodiles at the back of the house. (I forgot to ask whether the little altar was for the crocodiles or someone else - maybe snatched up by the reptiles?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RcXvD6Xv0II/AAAAAAAAAQo/K7RN7nmPIz4/s1600-h/PT+crcos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RcXvD6Xv0II/AAAAAAAAAQo/K7RN7nmPIz4/s320/PT+crcos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027687409516531842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the rest of the morning sitting on the veranda in front of Ravi's house, watching the villagers float by... I wonder what people here expect of life. Ravi tells me she doesn't have any big problems. Only minor ones: for example with her employees who are not working well and are too lazy. Those employees also happen to be her relatives, and that doesn't make things easier. But she shruggs her shoulders and says she dreams of times when more tourists will come to Prék Toal and she will have her own souvenir shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in Prék Toal knows that the rich fish stocks of the Tonlé Sap are in decline, that life will become more difficult in the future and that it's time to think about alternative sources of income. Sambath, the local project officer of Osmose in the village hopes that more and more children will manage to get a university education and ultimately be able to leave the floating village for a better life on firm ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RcXwAKXv0KI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/tTo03RZZ5go/s1600-h/PT+Ha%CC%88ngematte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-uHhQTEy3tY/RcXwAKXv0KI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/tTo03RZZ5go/s320/PT+Ha%CC%88ngematte.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027688444603650210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in my hammock waiting for the boat from Battambang to Siem Reap. There are two boats a day - one in the morning, the other one in the afternoon - between 1.30 and 2.30 PM. Like with many things in Cambodia you just have to wait and be patient. 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