Prahok making

For my very first day of year 2012, we went for a ride to Oudong, the ancient royal capital of the Kindgom. I love going to Oudong, on the way, we pass by a disappearing beautiful village, the kind of places that seems to exist only in dreams, traditional houses, ricefields just harvested, old ladies in white blouses and black pants going to the pagodas and no plastic bags and dump sites for rubbish. It is the season of the prahok so we stopped at Kompong Luang on the way back.

Mid way in the rehearsals for the Bosbapanh@Angkor concerts February 2011

This post was monitored by my parents at the time. 


We have been meeting every Sunday since August to work with the musicians. In total 25 sessions and already half of these are gone. Only 13 left until the D-DAY ! Sometimes it is at home and it is so small that we can't move!

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