Phnom Penh assumes its annual ghost-town status for the Pchum Ben festival
, which kicks-in today. With so many of its inhabitants whizzing off to the provinces and their home villages, the roads are remarkably clear, you have to hunt down a motodop and much of the usual craziness that you associate with the city, will be missing for the next four days. I'm working today and then tomorrow I'm heading down to the Mekong Delta for a working holiday. I've only dipped my toe into the waters of the Mekong Delta (or Kampuchea Krom as the Khmers call it) on one occasion back in 1997 so I'm really looking forward to finding out more about this region. The presence of millions of Khmer speakers is particularly appealing. I'll be joined on my adventures by my brother Tim who arrives at Pochentong this morning for his annual visit to the Kingdom. But that will mean that my blog posts may dry up for the duration of my trip, depending on the internet access availability I find on my travels. Don't say I didn't warn you. Bon voyage, for tomorrow.
Labels: Pchum Ben