Then there is John, my ‘nephew...
He is a young- and brilliant chef from England- out of all places...
We met in senmon on that famous day when vivi got so drunk with her tourists in a Phnog village... now that must have been a baaad batch of rice wine! Vivi narrowly missed a waterbuffalo in the middle of the road, but true Parisienne that she is, sailed her Camry around it at the last second,
Meanwhile John, fresh in town and already hopelessly in love with Cambodia parked his rented motorbike carefully in the line of bikes that habitually garnish the entrance of our bars...
So vivi sailed right into that bike, with the predictable chain reaction. Mot , Vivi’s boyfriend meanwhile was busy cooking a snake curry- for Vivi and me because he had been too drunk to kill that damn pit viper that came into the bar, so i had to kill it. Vivi took one look at the curry, and ran to the bathroom to throw up. So John and I shared the curry while Mot repaired the bike and now John will work off and on for a year with me to get ready for his own restaurant probably in battambamg. Poor john the last weeks must have taken quite a bit out of him, but his enthusiasm seems undiminished, ahh youth.
We declared him my nephew, makes both our lives easier nobody would ever get it that we are friends and just cook together in a repressive and family oriented society as this one. (Him being my nephew makes our lives much more easy and. I’m extremely popular in the circles of women with daughters of marriage age.
hihihi- so now we know why the kr won: determination. a good time was had by all. 
