During Songkran 2009 Nik Reiter and I overlanded across Cambodia from Pattaya to Sihanoukville. Someplace betwixt point A and point B we had to stop for a river ferry in the middle of nowhere. Upstream the Preak Piphot disappeared into the jungle. A small stall on the muddy bank sold frikadeller, a German delight. a strange offering on a road mostly traveled by locals. The shop was owned by an old Kraut from Berlin in his sixties. I ordered a few frikadeller and spoke with him in German. My accent pure South Shore Boston. South of the ferry landing workers were constructing a bridge and after bidding him 'chus', we crossed the river sad to think another nowhere would vanish for good, but damn those frikadellers were good.
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