Life with Hilary Flockhart
Driving through the flood plain of the Mekong River from Siem Reap to Phnom Penh the countryside is flat and it’s been a rice growing area for millenia. Interspersed between the rice fields are the lotus ponds; the waving leaves of the lotus plants provide a contrasting dark green to the vivid green of the young rice plants – it looks like a wonderful mosaic carpet. Continue reading “Flower power”
Soon I will be leaving Siem Reap and I hate saying goodbye to places and people; I’m not good at it, although I’ve had plenty of practice. Continue reading “Leaving and living – not just a question of pronunciation”
It’s not easy to find a satisfactory, circular, morning walk in Siem Reap. I don’t like linear walks and I imagine this stems from my walking habits in the UK, where planning a circular walk is half the fun.
Continue reading “My morning walk – Cambodian sounds and sights”
One morning this week, I was awoken at 5.30 am by the chanting of monks nearby which announced to the community that a death had occurred. Continue reading “We’re all gonna die”