Quite unbelievably, it has been almost two years since I last sipped freshly squeezed sugarcane from a plastic bag and departed from the capital of Cambodia, Phnom Penh. Here on the British Isles things are the “same, same, but different” as they say in S.E. Asia, but within myself I’m not the same. Cambodia undoubtedly left a lasting impression on me. The statues of traditional Cambodian dancers, that sit on my bookshelf in inner city Manchester, take me back to the evening classes in the tiny village of Kandieng; of girls putting ... Read More