Category: Cambodia
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Kampot: Riverside Relaxation and Sunset Lover’s Dream
Our last stop in Cambodia brought us to the aforementioned town of Kampot, of peppercorn fame. We spent a few relaxing days on the riverside, during which we enjoyed the slow pace of life, ate many pepper-infused meals, drank excellent local coffee, and blissed out on some of the most incredible sunsets we’ve seen all…
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Crabs, Pepper, and Crumbling French Mansions: It’s What Cambodia Does
Back home in Washington DC, one of our favorite summertime treats is to head toward the Chesapeake Bay and spend a day eating Maryland blue crabs until our stomachs are stuffed. So when we learned that there was a city called Kep on the eastern end of Cambodia’s coast whose waters were teeming with crabs,…
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Phnom Penh and Cambodia’s Sordid Past
We found Phnom Penh to be a charmer: tons of wide and clean green spaces, precisely executed temples, palaces, and monuments (none of which we toured!), a pretty riverfront, eco-friendly boutiques, and tons of restaurants, cafes, and bars to satisfy a wide range of tastes. We cannot emphasize how clean the sidewalks and parks were;…
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Yum: Durian Fruit
This oversized grenade of a fruit is a love/hate affair. It has a nasty reputation for smelling like trash, but durian fans are willing to overlook its scent’s peculiar similarity to dumpster air in order to enjoy the sweet, rich, custard-like meat. Our introduction to the fruit was in ice cream format in Myanmar, where…
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Yum: Khmer Cooking Class
We didn’t get the chance to take a cooking class in Thailand due to the craziness of the Songkran celebrations, so we signed up for the next best thing: a Khmer (Cambodian) cooking class in Siem Reap. It was the perfect break from temple-hopping during the middle of the steamy hot day. We weren’t sure…
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Siem Reap: The Final Push
We gather all our patience, attention, and–yes–courage for the final push. It’s not going to be easy: slogging through the damp and dimly-lit passageways; pulling ourselves up the mountainous formations, the sun beating down hard on our backs. It’s like the final three miles of a marathon (or the final three miles of a three-mile…