To celebrate the Queen's birthday, I did absolutely nothing in the countryside town of Kampot -- and that was exactly what I needed. A few highlights of my lazy weekend: sampling a Kampot pepper bread, tomato, and mango chutney melt at Epic Arts Cafe, a corner street cafe that supports creative and arts education for deaf Khmer youth; stumbling into a proper bookstore, where I thumbed through, and eventually purchased, cast-off editions of Garcia Marquez, Lahiri, and Murakami; strolling through the streets of the decaying French colonial town; visiting the local bakery, where you can purchase a bag of baguettes for 3,000 riel ($0.70 USD); and deciding on a bag of sweet bread for the bus ride home.
Could you ever have imagined all this months ago when you were living in the US scared about your upcoming trip?
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh, NEVER, both the good and the heartbreaking. I was just talking to someone about that yesterday. And I'm just scratching the surface now. I'm posting something else about some experiences I could never have imagined, if I can get my thoughts to form a coherent sentence.
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ReplyDeleteLove in the time of Cholera...I haven't had a chance to read the book yet, but I saw the movie. Let me know what you think. I am in the middle of reading The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Murakami.
ReplyDeleteI like too much Kampot pepper and you?
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