Thursday, 30 August 2012

Roti Pancake - A Masterclass at Lonely Beach

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No visit to Lonely Beach on Koh Chang is complete without sampling the roti pancakes available from the lady on the main street.
 
The classic filling is gluay (banana) finished with a drizzling of sweetened condensed milk.  Aroy mak mak!
 
Even without the delicious snack it would be worth the trip just to witness the knife technique.  Here's another look at half speed.

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Wednesday, 2 November 2011

What Makes A Frog Cooperative?

StKildaFlaneur is no stranger to exotic food.  Hippo, giraffe, kuku, more species of deer than you can poke a stick at, ostrich, emu, crocodile, kangaroo, pigs ears, grasshoppers, witchity grubs and duck tongues.  The list goes on.  Not to mention the numerous delicacies enjoyed in China which allegedly "have no english name."

One creature that hadn't thus far made the list was the humble frog.  Whilst being happy to scoff snails by the bucket (as long as they are smothered in garlic butter - I draw the line at sashimi), there is something off-putting about frogs.  Perhaps its because they can usually be seen in the market either hopping around in a string bag with their friends and families, or freshly skinned highlighting their pink skeletomuscular systems ready for a dissection workshop in a biology class.

Tuesday, 1 November 2011

A Cute Girl, A Tower Of Beer And A Cow On A Spit

What else do you need for a good night out?

Nothing, it would seem judging by the popularity of a string of near identical restaurants side by side serving just that, a couple of streets back from the Phnom Phen riverfront.




Mid afternoon the beef carcases are hoisted onto spits above a barrel full of charcoal. In about 4 hours steaks will be served.


Passing by again, around 7.00pm things are in full swing.


A few hours later and things have taken a turn for the worse. Our Angkor girl is off her head, and our beast seems to have largely disappeared.

Monday, 24 October 2011

The Perils Of "The Pot"

The expats (or "Pot-Pats") as they are known hereabouts had gathered.  The venue The Rusty Keyhole, on the river next to the old bridge in Kampot, Cambodia.  The occassion - Rugby Union World Cup Final, New Zealand vs France.

As you'd expect, in a sleepy former French colonial town,  in this bar the supporters of Le Bleus had the numbers.  One of them had sacrificed much to the cause.  Moto accidents following the quarter and semi final win celebrations had resulted in an arm and leg respectively in plaster casts.  No one was sure whether he would survive another victory!

An all day happy hour was in effect and the mugs of ice cold Anchor beer at 3000 riel a glass were flowing. 

The game got underway and it was tight.  Outside storm clouds gathered.  The locals were wary.  They knew the risks.  Then the  rain started to fall.  Lights dimmed and fans slowed.  Power outages were par for the course in these parts.  Then as the rains pounded down even heavier the TV image froze and went to black.  A single line appeared on the screen - Signal is Scrambled.   Another hazard of Satellite TV.  WiFi was still up.  Someone found the commentary on their phone but the speaker was weak.  Three heads gathered together to listen in.  Five minutes later just before half time the signal was back.  No one had scored.  No damage done.

The second half got underway, it got even tighter.  Fifteen minutes to go and New Zealand up by the narrowed of margins 8-7.

Then our worst fears were realised.  Another even heavier squall hit - Signal scrambled again.  Heads went back to the smart phones.  Only one had the commentary.  Updates were relayed to the crowd.  A penalty to France.  Where? Everyone wanted to know.  The All Black 22.  A kick to touch.  Another penalty this time to New Zealand.  Another kick to touch.  Still the rains came down and the signal remained stubbornly scrambled.  Suddenly a squeal of joy.  Its all over.  The All Blacks had held on, and claimed the Webb Ellis Cup.

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Now that it no longer matters, the rain eases.  Across the river the sun peeks through the clouds above the Bokor mountains.  The fishing fleet chugs downriver on the way out to sea for another nights fishing.  Its about  time to head out along the riverfront promenade to search out a bowl of bok l'hong, and perhaps another beer to watch the sun set behind the wonky old bridge.



As days go, it doesn't get much more exciting than this in The Pot.

Across the Fence - 30 Clicks From Nam

And there I was.  Not exactly where I was supposed to be.  Across the Fence.  Probably 30 clicks up river from Nam.  It was quiet.  Too quiet.  A breezy cloudless night.  Charlie nowhere to be seen.  Suddenly out of nowhere tracers light up the evening sky.


Must be time for another beer.

Sunday, 23 October 2011

Surprising Smart Dr Fish?




Dr Fish are surprising smart.  Not only thickling, but absorbing and smothening as well.

Do yourself a favour and release your exhaustion and confused matter of you.

These fun loving flesh devouring creatures await your visit! 

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Wednesday, 19 October 2011

Anchors Aweigh!

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The end of another tough day on Serendipity Beach in Sihanouk Ville.