My gym, which is situated in a prime location in a prime neighborhood of Phnom Penh.
If you are a regular reader of this blog, then perhaps you remember the story of a trainer at my gym who was in serious condition after an accident on her motorbike. I am happy to report that Poul is recovering nicely and eager to get back to work, perhaps in a couple of months, once she can start working out again herself.
Not so another trainer, the 35-year-old married father of two boys, whose name I’ll pretend for now is the common Socheat.
In a nation where much of the populace, even 30-year Prime Minister Hun Sen, is superstitious and believes in the power of curses, some Cambodians might well take seriously the notion of Continue reading
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