blue pumpkins and roasted duck

I officially declare myself a slave to the Blue Pumpkin. No, it is not some odd cult but rather a bakery/cafe in Siem Reap town which sells homemade bread and ice cream. They sell breads which I intend to bake sometime soon, like focaccia and those crusty round breads with rye in them, breads which one does not normally find in an average bakery. They also sell muffins of different flavours as well as cakes and other pastries.

My drill will pierce the heavens

“”I can imagine the old Angkor architects shouting out their rallying cry, “My drill will pierce the heavens!”, as they worked on their temple blueprints. They will be most gratified to know that we, on our pilgrimage 1,000 years later to their shrines of male virility and potency, have found that their drills did indeed pierce the heavens.