Exactly one year ago I wrote an article on painful breakups and more specifically on methods for getting over it. Therein I also mentioned a rather radically sounding means that is being formulaicly prescribed by the pickup community: FTOW – Fuck Ten Other Women! All right, it sounds stupid and certainly it isn’t meant to be taken literally. Still: I have done exactly this – and it has worked, even if differently from what I thought. Here is the story of my healing, illustrating once again how perfect and wondrous the Universe is. Read the rest of this entry »
Cambodia should be a gourmet’s paradise: It’s situated between Vietnam and Thailand, two representatives of internationally renowned super cuisines. Our cooking class with Smokin’ Pot in Battambang kept us wanting more as well. Wonderful curries, not as spicy as in Thailand nor as subtle as Vietnam, but very smooth and delicious. The national specialty “Volcano/Fire Mountain”, for which you fry carpaccio marinated in peanut sauce on a kind of turned-over pasta strainer over an open gas light, truly delighted us as well.
This memorial plaque stands in front of South East Asias most beautiful and clean public toilet in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. And Mr. Toilet does exist indeed! He is the best man in the world and his mission for saving human lives is the most important ever. Sagesex calls for donations to the WTA! At last a sensible NGO!
On the first day of Songkram my true love gave to me…
No Parade of Clowns and Naked Elephants
13.04. So where is the party? For days people have been talking of nothing but Khmer New Year. Which should be today according to our information, which isn’t much. Yet the streets we had inspected so minutely during the days before look largely unchanged. Well, the dirt-piste-wet-splashing-trucks and the steamroller seem to have been there, but no sign of party and parade. Maybe the chef in Battambang had lied when he told us the cities would be orphaned around New Year because everybody is going home to their families in the countryside. Maybe the 6000-souls-village Sem Monorom does not host the party of the century.
Or, much simpler, we simply got the day wrong. Later on we rent a motorcycle and find out that Khmer New Year does indeed start tomorrow. Apparently, the starting date changes anually because of the differing calendar. Just as well. One more day for discovering the region and meeting with a deadly scooter accident once again. Viva Cambodian “streets”!