Babs’ travels -The Peking to Paris Rally and other driving adventures.

I was in a tuk tuk with Henry one evening when he exclaimed  'what the f***!'   He had just seen a sign for the  'Pyongyang Friendship Restaurant' South Korean tourists possibly form the largest number of visitors to Siem Reap and the North must be trying to foster good relations through food and entertainment.  It has taken until this evening for me to go, along with Lori, who had never been either. Readers,  I have to tell you that the experience is almost worth the airfare to get here.  It is a bit out on the airport road, hardly in the thick of things.  Phiron, our driver, didn't think be should be going there and obviously thought we were nuts.  We arrived, at 7pm and entered a huge room, with a wonderful 7/11 ambiance, full of tables, many fully laid up, some not. There was also a stage area with a huge picture of a caldera as a backdrop. There were some instruments, a television screen and a large sound system.  Oh, and there were also two fully decorated

Progress. Tangible progress. The children at Knar School are finally getting cleaner and, more importantly, they are doing it by themselves now. A while ago I read an article about a personal hygiene project in an Indonesian village. It was a six months model. I thought that seemed ridiculous; that it couldn't possibly take that long. Now I completely understand that it is a reasonable time frame. If you live in a village where almost no one has soap in their house, access to clean water is almost non-existent and you might not even have your own well then good personal hygiene is difficult to achieve, if not impossible. Add to that the lack of education, the struggle trying to get enough to eat every day and the general acceptance that having a filthy body and wearing filthy clothes is normal and you can begin to see the problems. For most ,the idea of taking a bath is to wrap a krama around the body and slosh over some dirty well water. Thus, you are clean. It is t

I have just been as close to Hell on earth as it is surely possible to be.  Siem Reap is tourist town, being the service centre for Angkor and the visitor is well catered for here.  There are wonderful places to stay and great places to eat.  The main focus for the bar and restaurant area is known as Pub Street. It is not just one street but a small tangle of streets and alleyways where drinking holes and eateries jostle for business.  It is not an area that I frequent too much but there are a few excellent dining rooms.  It is all a bit too raucous for me, partially because of my age but, mostly, because it is not really the Siem Reap that I know and love. Directly across the street from Pub Street is the Siem Reap Referral Hospital.  All adults have to be treated here and you are classed as an adult when a young teenager.  There are two children's hospitals in town both run by NGO's where treatment and drugs are free.  God help the adult Cambodian population if this is thei

Last year I was in Vietnam for Tet, a fabulous experience.  This year sees me in Siem Reap.  The Chinese population here are not always very obvious, until Lunar New Year that is.  All the Chinese homes and businesses are gaily decorated with red lanterns, red paper pineapples, the plants are covered with lucky money envelopes and new shrines are bought.  It is amazing how many of the businesses that looks as if they are prospering are Chinese.  The main effect for most people is that all the Chinese owned shops are closed.  Even in Psar Leu, the main central market, many stalls are all shut up giving the usual bustling place a rather melancholy air.  It has been fun to see the Dragon Dancers going around the different parties with their loud drumming and colourful outfits.  They must all be exhausted as I saw them ready for action at 6.30 am when I was on an early morning bike ride and they move around all day for the three days of partying that is so essential for the Chinese communi