Behind schedule .....

(Alfred: Bugger. Day fourteen or so of the holidays and we are already as far behind in our blog as Alex Salmond is likely to be in the polls once they kick off the Scottish Independence referendum campaign. Then again, the upside is that we are having the MOST AMAZING time, which is why there hasn’t been time for the blog. One can think of the length of a holiday blog as being in inverse proportion to the quality of the holiday. I mean, if you have a spare couple of hours each day to craft a detailed, witty and skillfully observational blog, one has to wonder why you didn’t bother staying at home and writing a novel.


So, just a few high points to keep us ticking over and make you all realize the eventual entries will be worth waiting for:

 
• Classic buggery in Siem Reap

• Flirtatious Thai monks

• Khmer proverb #1: He dies as a snake, he lived as a frog  (Answers on a postcard to ...)

• The life story of a Cambodian who fled the genocide (otherwise entitled ‘How the UN actually did a damn good job’)

• Youth Defence and the friezes of Angkor Wat

• Frogs and their uses

• Khmer proverb #2: If you are nasty, be it so that one respects you; if you are stupid, be it so that one feels compassion for you.

• Dependent and independent vowels in the Khmer language

• Morning glory – the greatest vegetable ever

• How household gods fly to heaven on carp at the new year

• Competitive archaeology

• Food, glorious food

• Khmer Proverb #3: The mountain is high, but the grass on its summit is higher still.

• Martine running amok in Siem Reap

• The joys – and subtleties – of soup for breakfast

• A little corner of the USA in Cambodia

• Khmer proverb #4 (subtle, this one): The raised rice stalk is empty; bowed, it is fruitful.

• Pronouncing my name

• Begging

• Rude Cambodians, litter and flies

• Khmer proverb #5: don’t argue with a woman, don’t trade with a government official, don’t begin a lawsuit with a Chinese.



And there you are. I promise I/we will get around to all of this – notes are being kept. Oh, and there will be photos. So far, Ruairí and Martine have taken over 2000 of them. Scary.