I’ve gotten comfortable here in Phnom Penh. Well, as much as this city allows. Sticking to places that have sides of fresh, lightly dressed salads and attentive wait staff has become part of a surprisingly self-indulgent criteria. But “comfortable” is a relative term, and in this case, it means going face first into the familiar. I’m almost ashamed to admit to this settling, because I’m a reckless eater on the road. But my backpack hasn’t been touched for months now and I’m more local than lost these days. Basically, I’ve gone soft.
To get my street cred back, I challenged my taste buds this week to go where they’ve never gone before: Malaysian food. Okay, so it’s not exactly risky eating, but Mamak’s Corner on Street 114 doesn’t instantly make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. For starters, it’s the definition of a hole-in-the-wall. It’s nearly impossible to find,the interior can only be described as dingy, and the wait staff seem completely bemused by your presence. The well-worn, single page menu for which you have to ask offers no upsurge in expectation, and the metal buffet station, with its uncovered entrees, makes the exit seem like the more sane option. But people swear by this place.
After getting the reply “finished” when trying to order mee goreng (fried noodles), my resulting confusion elicited a recommendation of fried bee hoon (also fried noodles). Although the basic descriptions didn’t do anything to persuade me either way, I agreed to the change. Despite the absence of other dinner-goers and pleasant ambience, I secretly suspected I couldn’t really go wrong here. Malaysian food is like the melting pot of Asia, incorporating dishes and flavours from a variety of countries: India, Indonesia, and China, just to name a few. Since the term “mamak” is indicative of Malaysians of South Indian decent, I anticipated flavours more in line with that sweeter, richer cuisine.
True to their heritage, the roti canai transported me to the stalls in Kerala with their rich, spicy curries and accompanying roti – flat bread cooked to greasy, flaky perfection. For a couple of extra riel notes you could have meat added, but I didn’t need any distractions from the buttery sweetness and intermingling of cumin and red pepper delivered by way of the finger-food-only roti. The bottom of the menu had a selection of dessert-like rotis that couldn’t be passed up and we decided the roti ber was the Goldilocks of sweets in Cambodia: not too sugary – just right.
Squeezing the lime over the bee hoon and twirling up some fried vermicelli began yet another voyage within the confines of my mouth. The chilli dominated, but its eye-watering heat never showed, so the rarely experienced, yet enjoyable chilli flavour stood on its own. Bitter greens, tomatoes and chicken mixed with the fried noodles and carried the afterthoughts of curry to add another Indian “hello.”
After noticing the stack of take-away containers and lack of customer service, it’s clearly a better lunchtime grab, with unbeatable Asian pricing. But I would never have known if I’d stuck to my norm. Unsurprisingly, I survived to tell the tale.
Long before Cambodia was engulfed by war, Phnom Penh was known as the “Pearl of Asia.” It was a garden city of such charm that Lee Kuan Yew, Singapore’s prime minister, congratulated King Sihanouk during a visit in the 1960s. “I hope, one day, that my city will look like this.”
But while Singapore prospered, the Khmer Rouge turned Phnom Penh’s schools into torture prisons. Later, mismanagement and greed changed the face of the city.
Boeung Kak, a lake nestled in the heart of the capital, survived the turmoil of Cambodia’s history, and by 2005, it had become a home to the poor. To put food on the table, the residents set out into the middle of the lake, their wooden longboats passing the reflection of their stilt homes. Soon, their handmade nets would be filled with flapping fish, and their woven baskets would brim with bundles of freshly cut morning glory.
Backpackers had discovered cheap accommodation around the lake, which also led to a lawlessness fuelled by drugs and alcohol. On the southeast side, guesthouses and small souvenir shops flourished, but much of the Boeung Kak area was little more than a slum, no longer the idyllic gem of yesteryear. Located between the Council of Ministers, the Royal University and the offices of the Prime Minister, the shantytown of stilt homes on the banks, prone to flooding and set amid floating trash, seemed out of place.
Some had visions that Boeung Kak could be developed into a sophisticated leisure destination, ringed by parks and promenades. As often with visions of the future, it wasn’t meant to be. In 2007, the municipal authorities granted a 99-year lease of the lake to Lao Meng Khin, a lawmaker for the Cambodian People’s Party (CPP) and owner of Shukaku Inc., an obscure real estate company that would forever alter the city’s makeup. Shukaku’s vision for Boeung Kak was drastic: under its development plan, there would be no lakeside, nor much of a lake. Nearly the entire body of water, a major reservoir which helped offset the annual monsoon flooding, was earmarked for removal. So were the more than 4,000 families who lived around its shores.
In August 2008, the first blast of sand and slurry surged into the lake. In due course, enough of the mixture would be pumped in to fill the 90-hectare area, preparing the reclaimed land for Shukaku’s mixed-use residential and commercial development.
“They sold the land beneath our homes and we are expected to politely disappear,” Tep Vanny, one of the most vocal Boeung Kak residents, told a human rights organisation in 2013. Vanny has spent years pleading for a liveable future at her home on the former lakeside. She refused to give way to the excavators, and fiercely fought for the lake’s future.
Dozens joined in the battle cry. From housewives, they turned into full-time protesters, dauntless and bold. As time passed, they learned how to play the media. They burnt effigies of officials and waved the star-spangled banner in front of the US Embassy. To dramatise the fact that every creature needs a home, they even walked the streets of Phnom Penh with bird nests on their heads. At best, the media acknowledged their protest, and authorities ignored them. At worst, they were beaten, detained and jailed.
Five years after the sand came surging into Boeung Kak, a non-profit organisation invited Vanny to Washington DC, where she received an award for her leadership.
“To protest is not the Cambodian way. The Cambodian way is to be patient, to smile and to tolerate. But that’s not democracy,” she said.
The international award was a slap in the face for the Cambodian authorities. But by the time fashion icon Diane von Fürstenberg, draped in a sparkling black gown, presented the award to Vanny, the fight for the lake had already been lost. From the lavish Washington ballroom, Vanny returned to Boeung Kak. The water, and most of the community, were gone. What remained was a tiny, 12.4-hectare area where some residents would be allowed to stay. Today, a high concrete wall separates the few surviving guesthouses from an unfurling wasteland so dusty and deserted it’s hard to believe it had ever seen water.
Non-governmental organisations estimate that 500,000 people in Cambodia have experienced a similar fate, from ethnic minorities, to farmers, to whole urban neighbourhoods. But at Boeung Kak, an unbelievable 20,000 people were evicted. Only the Khmer Rouge had ever forced the relocation of a larger number of people, one organisation said.
It was a pertinent remark, given that many land disputes have their roots in that era. Forty years ago, on April 17, 1975, the ultra-Maoist regime seized power and, as one of their first acts as leadership, forcibly evacuated Phnom Penh. Thousands perished during the mass exodus. The uprooted population was deprived of all rights to ownership. Money was banned, the National Bank blown up, and all documents – including land titles – were destroyed. The past, the Khmer Rouge believed, was an obstacle standing in the path of a radiant future.
When the Khmer Rouge fell to a Vietnamese invasion in 1979, Phnom Penh became a refuge for emaciated bodies and beaten minds. With no food or protection in the countryside, hundreds of thousands of survivors flocked to the city to squat in deserted houses. Often, the original owners didn’t return, and thus squatters became inhabitants.
But land titles? In the aftermath of the Khmer Rouge, and during the civil war that followed, such pieces of paper weren’t a concern. It wasn’t until 2001 that Cambodia passed a new land law that tried to better regulate ownership.Under the law, any person who can prove use of unclaimed land for a minimum of five years could claim ownership. In reality, however, the poor often lacked proof for their claims, and neither their nor their neighbours’ word was sufficient.
After decades of war and upheaval, the need for development is unquestionable. But as Surya Subedi, then the United Nations’ special human rights envoy, noted in 2012, the country’s land deals are often opaque: “It is often unclear who is benefiting financially from land used for urban development, economic and other land concessions, and large-scale development projects.”
It’s certainly not the evicted communities.Forty kilometres from Phnom Penh lies Oudong, a former capital of the glorious Khmer empire. Atop Oudong mountain, kings and queens who ruled 400 years ago have found their resting place in golden stupas. One is even said to contain remains of the Buddha. In modern-day Cambodia, these honoured remnants of the past are separated by 500 steps from the shame of the present. At the foot of the mountain, thousands of urban evictees have been dumped over the years.
Among the first evictees at Oudong were members of Dey Krahorm, a densely populated urban community in central Phnom Penh, close to the National Assembly and Prime Minister Hun Sen’s villa. The police and gendarmes were sent in on a grey Saturday morning that hadn’t seen the first sunbeams yet. Armed with tear gas, metal batons and fire-truck hoses, authorities brutally drove 150 families from their homes at Dey Krahorm to make way for a housing development.They had been warned, but few managed to grab more than their family members as they fled their scrap-wood shacks.
“It was terrible. I’ll never forget it. They fired tear gas and my house was completely destroyed,” said Sophal, one of the evicted residents. She grabbed her child, but lost all of her belongings.
On arriving at Oudong, she was greeted by a large, expanse. The barren settlement had no infrastructure, no water, no electricity and no shelter. Men and women bathed themselves in filthy puddles, scooping out water to be boiled. Behind tiny shrubs, they dug shallow holes – the closest they would get to a toilet. From garbage and other refuse, they fashioned makeshift tents to protect themselves from the rain and sun. Most moved back to Phnom Penh, to live as squatters.
The launch of the Transitioning Cambodia photo book will be held on 8pm, Thursday May 28 at Meta House, #37 Sothearos Blvd.
Restore One Cafe in Toul Tom Pong is easy to miss. Housed in a large Khmer villa, it doesn’t look much like a restaurant. The only give away is the sign out front that says “more than just burgers.” And the menu delivers just that, with a short but diverse list of Khmer, Western and vegetarian dishes in addition to the meat stacks, for which the place is well-known among neighbourhood families. The massive patio downstairs is dog and kid friendly, and the veranda upstairs is a perfect semi-private escape. There’s an air-conditioned dining room, too. But be warned: no booze. Go for brownies and ice cream instead, even if it’s just this once. Restore One Cafe, #23 Street 123
THU 28 | Journalists Nicolas Axelrod and Denise Hruby’s long-awaited photo book will be officially launched at Meta House this Thursday. Transitioning Cambodia is the first photo book to showcase Cambodia’s rapidly transitioning society and landscape. The compelling pictures and text juxtapose Phnom Penh’s developing city (with a growing wealthy minority) against its resulting land evictions and displaced communities. The presentation by the book’s creators is bound to be equal parts eye-opening and disquieting. For a taste of what to expect, read our cover story on page 6.
WHO: Nicolas Axelrod & Denise Hruby
WHAT: Book launch
WHERE: Meta House, #37 Sothearos Blvd.
WHEN: 8pm, May 28
WHY: An essential look at the lives affected by local industrial growth.
FRI 29 | The Alley Bar is on the ball with their latest injection of fun-filled shenanigans. This time they’re going all out with a three-day festival celebrating the city’s street art, design, music, photography and clothing. Teaming up with notorious curators of fun, 40 Thieves and The Creem, Alley Bar and the laneway will transform into a gallery, stage, DJ booth, and performance space, featuring an exhaustive musical line-up: 40 Thieves SoundSystem, DJs Alan Ritchie, DJ Bree and Dr. WahWah, Papa Dub, Drop Dead Disco, Hot Club Prive PP and Radioactive Anne. Street artist Chifumi will also present his iconic work, with Monkey Arts Cooperative and Art Cult adding to the wonderful mess of colour and creativity. 40 Thieves Apparel will additionally sell their streetwear at a pop up clothes shop. With all of that going on, it’s no wonder they’ll need three days to pack it all in.
WHO: Local artists, DJs & musicians
WHAT: Three-day festival
WHERE: Alley Bar, #82 St. 244
WHEN: 6pm, May 28-May 30
WHY: It’s three whole days of creativity and fun.
FRI 29 | We’ve all found ourselves craving a little more diversity in music and dance performances around here. Riverhouse group has heeded our wishes with a unique night of live belly dancing and cabaret at their Harem Lounge. The aptly titled Arabian Night will feature the fabulous body-shaking skills of professional dancers Linda Asha Abdalla and Jesmine Sok. Fly Cabaret will then present what’s guaranteed to be a festive, colourful performance. Arabian finger foods and drinks have been specially selected to set the mood for what’s set to be a night of energetic glitz and glamour.
WHO: Belly dancers and cabaret performers
WHAT: Arabian themed party
WHERE: Harem Lounge at Riverhouse, 157EZ Sisowath Quay
WHEN: 7pm, May 29
WHY: A little high-class belly jigglin’ never went astray.
FRI 29 | Tiny Toones presents Kreative Kings this Friday night at La Gasolina, with performances by the city’s best young breakers and hip hop dancers, as well as DJs and rappers. Anyone unfamiliar with Tiny Toones is either living in a hole or a backpacker, and should be publicly shamed either way. Nevertheless, for those unacquainted with the organisation, Tiny Toones has been using breakdancing, hip hop music and the contemporary arts to educate and inspire children from disadvantaged neighbourhoods since 2005. Every bit of the $4 donation for this event will be used to help TT keep funding their classes.
WHO:Tiny Toones performers
WHAT: DJs & dance
WHERE: La Gasolina, St. 57
WHEN: 5pm, May 29
WHY: An awesome way to contribute to a truly worthy cause.
SAT 30 | It’s always nice to give new life to old clothes. What’s even better than that is exchanging them into usable vouchers for new stuff. Come to Bee Vintage and Craft this weekend with those threads lost to the ether of your wardrobe and you’ll get a voucher for every item. Vouchers range in value from 50 cents to $3, depending on how well you’ve looked after them (and likely also where they sit on the fugly scale). The voucher can then be used in the shop to buy all new get up. And if there’s a chance that your clothes are not taken in for whatever reason, they’ll find a new home among the people of Boeung Kak who really need them.
WHO: Hoarders and seekers
WHAT: Clothing Swap
WHERE: Bee Vintage & Craft, St. 93
WHEN: 10am-8pm, May 30-31
WHY: Those forgotten threads aren’t going to sell themselves, y’know.
SAT 30 | Renry Hollins is a self-taught DJ with a passion for blending underground bass sounds, creating a mish mash of dub, jungle, boom bap, grime, UK garage, house and any other esoteric microgenres which may have emerged during the thirty seconds it took to write that. Originally from Kuala Lumpur, Hollins has shared the stage with Midival Punditz (India), EZ Riser (India), Baxtak (UK/Iran), HEEMS (USA) and Symbiz Sound (Germany). With his Indochina Tour currently underway, Hollins will be stopping off in the Penh to present a reggae, hip hop and soul infused set.
WHO: DJ Renry Hollins
WHAT: Underground bass
WHERE: The Room, #10 St. 246
WHEN: 9pm, May 30
WHY: If nothing else, what a rad name.
SAT 30 | Bloodstock is back with another installment of heavy, fast and furious punk and metal. Nightmare A.D. will firstly deliver a punk explosion with some classic Misfit covers thrown in. Knell, previously known as Splitter, will return to the stage with all new band members and songs that are louder and wilder than ever. They’re heavy, they’re metal and they’re definitely not for the feint-hearted. Daisy-chains and hessian are strictly prohibited, so don your steel-caps and join the break-neck moshpit madness.
WHO: Metal bands
WHAT: Live punk & metal
WHERE: Sharky Bar, #126 St. 130
WHEN: 7pm, May 30
WHY: If you like punk and metal, this is your chance to grab it by the horns.