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Cambodian Soup for The Soul
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| A study in serenity: Ek Phnom. Doorway into the past: Ek Phnom. In sharp detail: a Wat Banan apsara. Ravaged by time: a lintel at Ek Phnom. Text by Roshin Varghese | |||||||||||
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PUBLISHED: Volume 11, Issue 4, Fourth Quarter 2003
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The five towers, which had once gloriously pointed upwards to the clear blue heavens, seemed to have forgotten their creator, King Udayadityavarman II and tottered aimlessly in this deserted village. The only splash of colour here was the crimson hibiscus flowering wildly.
Mention Cambodia and the word immediately conjures up images of Angkor Wat along with the infamous skull mountains of the Pol Pot era. But, looking for more than the normal haunts that visitors frequent, I set off in search of the offbeat, unusual Cambodia, tucked away from the tourist trail. I wanted to learn the intricacies of Cambodian cooking and see the remnants of once frequented temples, now sadly overtaken by jungles. But, when my friends, Marc Lansu and Debbie Watkins, sent me off to the market, with a young chef, from the Bodhi Tree restaurant in Phnom Penh, I learnt much more than the secrets of cooking. |
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